That is exactly what today is, and I think it is one of the toughest days of the year. I hadn't yet changed the clock in our car, so when Catherine and I got in this morning there it was staring at us...5:30A.M. While I understand it was 6:30, since the clock hadn't been changed yet it was more like a slap in the face. It's just not my most favorite day.
Yesterday Andrew and Thomas were going to attend a Maple Syrup Festival which meant no church. It also meant though, that they both decided in the morning they would rather sleep, and so we did. Andrew made pancakes at home for the kids, then I took them to see my mom and grandmother. Neither of them had seen Robert's (now my mom's) dog since we had taken him to her, and we enjoyed our afternoon of visiting. When we got home Catherine was asked to cover for a co-worker and off she went. Andrew agreed to take my place as the youth group volunteer for the evening, and I will forever be eternally grateful. It worked out well for him also, as it gave him two solid hours to do nothing but grade. Meanwhile, I was home doing laundry when the dryer decided to stop working. Ugh. We kind of knew it was coming, but it's still a pain. Fortunately I have drying racks everywhere, and it will work out eventually.
This week is baseball and work and set construction, and a band activity and goodness knows what else. But at the end of the week, we get to celebrate our family at our favorite restaurant. We are very excited!
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