A rest from our weekend is needed

We've had an absolutely exhausting weekend, although it certainly didn't start that way!  Friday was a great day!  We had an ice storm come through at exactly the right time and pretty much every school was shut down.  Andrew celebrated by walking the kids over to the little diner in town and having breakfast, and we all just kind of hung out for the day.  Yesterday my sister brought both of my grandmothers down to watch Catherine and Thomas play basketball.  Catherine had her best game of the season!  She received several comments that she had played so well.  Thomas also had a good game, but he had hurt his finger (more on that later) in practice on Thursday and was in a little bit of pain.  He had a really good steal right in front of us though, and we all enjoyed that.  In between the games we all went out to lunch, then after the games we headed north to my parent's house for dinner.  Dad is still really low on energy, but his spirits over all are pretty good.  My aunt joined us for a bit at dinner, and we also stopped by my cousin's house on the way home.  Everyone tumbled into bed last night to get some sleep before our day today.

This morning the Methodist church in town was having a pancake breakfast.  Andrew is committed to Sunday School at our church, and Robert is not "allowed" to miss his religious ed classes because next year is his confirmation year.  I took Catherine and Thomas to breakfast and then to the service at that church.  Upon returning home we decided to make a quick trip to urgent care to make sure Thomas's pinky finger wasn't broken.  We had discussed that there wasn't really much that could be done even if it was broken, but yesterday a friend had told us about her son.  His finger was broken and they hadn't done anything about it for over a month...of course now he's having surgery to fix the damage!  As it turns out, the pinky is not broken, just severely sprained.  It turned into a 3 hour and 45 minute trip to urgent care, and it completely screwed up the plans for the rest of our day.  In the meantime, after Mass at our regular church, Andrew took Robert to his baseball hitting camp and then straight to his two hour baseball practice.

All-in-all, it's been a very long couple of days.  I know that this is really only the beginning, and I know that people keep telling me I'm going to miss it.  Seems hard to believe, but I do know that I don't want to wish life away!