My life is not glamorous - but my weekend was rather fascinating

I generally do not do "guess what I did this weekend?!" posts. Because let's face it, your life likely trumps mine in the noteworthy moments category.

If I wrote each day of the events that unfolded in my life you would very quickly get tired of the words: laundry, diapers, food, vacuuming, food, diapers, nursing, laundry, food, dishes, and cuddles. And the next day you could just read the previous days post - because that's our life right now.

However...

I thought I would stick a weekend events post in here - because this weekend had a few moments that were not quite so every day.

Besides all of the regular duties (you know, laundry, diapers, nursing, making food, cleaning up food, making food again... you get the picture...). I worked at a benefit garage sale for the Center For Women, planned some fun re-purposing projects here at home, AND...

I rode an elephant.

I ate the most amazing, greasy, salty, tasty french fries (my complexion thanks me).

I watched some little boys - who pretty much mean the world to me - experience pure delight.

I saw vibrant colors that made me smile.

I ate more oh-so-good yet oh-so-not-good-for-me food. I don't do it every day folks - but sometimes you just splurge a little. ;) I'm working out today. I really am.

I watched a really good  husband and daddy loving on his family. Be still my heart.

 

I saw a pink John Deere...

I watched some world war 2 planes not crash. Which was good.

I saw lots of priceless smiles.

I watched the moon rise high in the sky.

I watched about 15 hot air balloons, tethered to the ground, light up the night sky. And it was really beautiful!

And THEN (did you think I was done... oh not, not yet!)

I came home very tired, very ready for bed, with five very tired very ready for bed boys and...

was greeted by three raccoons in our porch.

IN our porch people. This was not good. This was not good at all.

And no, this little tid bit of my weekend does not have corresponding pictures...

Did I try? - Indeed. But, when I suggested that we should shoot the coons with my camera, Dave just looked at me. His look said it all, "honey, I am trying to be patient with you right now, but I am busy with the task at hand and it involves a shooting of another kind".

Soooo... I took the boys to a room in the house that was as far away from the kitchen window that leads into our porch as possible.

The rest would make you want to throw up. I will tell you that while I got the boys ready for bed Dave had a big clean up job ahead of him - which he kindly completed.

And now we make sure that our old screen door, which doesn't latch easily, is always latched. Always.

We ended up with a 5 year old in our bed for a portion of the night. He was the first to walk into the porch and see the rascals in there and had a wee bit o trauma to overcome...

It my not be glamorous, but hey - it is eventful, no?