And Before You Know It . . .

it's Monday . . . again.

It's also my last "official" week of summer. I use the word official loosely because in the past week I've had two meetings and worked on getting my classroom up to par for the start of school. But next Tuesday morning at 8:00 a.m. my summer will end, and I'll be back on the clock for another 187 days.

This last weekend turned out to be a little crazy. We had plans, and well you know, "the best laid plans . . . ". Friday evening Patrick and Andrew went to the soccer fields to practice a little bit. Have I told y'all  Patrick is going to be Andrew's soccer coach? That's a whole story in and of itself, but let's just say if we thought we weren't qualified to coach baseball then we are even less qualified to coach soccer . . . so Patrick and Andrew headed to the soccer fields to kick the ball around. They came home around 7:30. Andrew was hot but feeling great. No runny nose. No congestion. He went to bed and to sleep no problem. Then about 1:00 a.m. Saturday, he woke up with full blown croup. Out came the humidifier, the breathing machine, the saline spray . . .  He was really upset, not so much because he couldn't breathe and sounded like he could be hanging out with the sea lions at Sea World, but because he had plans to spend the night with my sister, and he didn't want anything to mess up those plans.

I managed to get him settled down and back to sleep, and I laid down in his bed to grab a few more hours of rest. We were up by 6:15, and headed to the doctor (thank goodness they have Saturday hours) by 8:45. The doc. checked his lungs just to be on the safe side, and since they were clear, and the croup came on so fast, we came to the conclusion that his chronic croup (he's now had croup five times) is mostly allergy induced. I know exciting stuff. The doctor gave him the green light to go ahead and spend the night with Sarah, and that's all he really cared about.

So Andrew headed to Sarah's, and Patrick and I headed to The Cheesecake Factory. Anyone that knows us, knows that Pat and I don't do "date" nights very often. Andrew is usually in tow wherever we go, but every once in a while we do get away for a few hours. We ate until we were sick, and then headed to the mall so Patrick could check to see if they had a grass catcher for his lawn mower at Sears. Try not to be too envious of our hot date. Not everyone can be so lucky . . .

After we were done, not finding a grass catcher, we rented "Wrath of the Titans" from the Redbox. The movie was . . . well, it was . . . not much else to say about it. And I was in bed and asleep by 11:00. Like I said . . . hot date . . .

Sunday morning was church, and then Andrew spent most of the afternoon laying on the couch because he still felt really crummy. I wasted spent all afternoon looking at house plans. Originally, we thought we were going to build out in the country, but that idea's been scrapped, and we've now decided to build on a lot in town. That means that all the plans that I've collected have to be tossed because they're too wide. After, spending hours searching we finally came up with a couple plans we really like. Now we just have to come up with a timeline for selling one house while building another. I don't want to think about it.

Sorry there are no pics from the weekend. In spite of the croup it turned out to be a pretty good weekend. I'm sure before we know it Monday will be here again, and time will have completely run out on summer. : /