Memorial Day Weekend.

The holiday weekend is almost here and I am so looking forward to a little break, but am not totally sure how it will play out. JJ has been feeling ill and now I have gotten sympathy pains and feel like crawling into bed, but guess what, it's the holiday weekend with about a million things to do! So I need to put my game face on and get over it.

The scale has been doing weird things to me lately, up three pounds, down three pound, all within a day. The solution you will say is to stay off of the darn thing and only weigh myself once a week. The problem is that when I do that, and I don't like what it says, well then I just have to jump back on and try again. Today however, it is the lowest it has read, and I only have 28 more pounds to go to hit my goal weight. My dream goal weight would add about 15 pounds onto that, but we shall see. It seems to take me six weeks to totally lose a pound or two now (that yo-yo scale thing) even though I am following the plan and following the four w's (write it down, water, work out and weigh in) and am staying within the points range. The hard part is avoiding the frustration and the feeling like I should just throw in the towel. The easy part is that I follow the plan, even when I think that I should throw in the towel, and I know that in the end, it will slowly come off and I will be happier and healthier. Sometimes it is just very difficult.

The kids are getting restless for vacation and they are back to swimming for the swim team. We are trying to keep an optimistic outlook and not worry over next year. In the fall, there is one daughter in high school, one daughter in middle school and the son in elementary school. Can anyone say logistical nightmare? So we are looking forward to the reprieve that summer is supposed to bring and we are getting very excited about our month in Karantes. It still seems like August is eons away, but I know that it will be here faster than I can imagine.

Enjoy the weekend.

So I am sitting in the back of church, watching as Luke practices for his class first communion and I don't know why, but I am crying! Now Luke made his first communion back at Christmas, we had a family mass last weekend and he will celebrate again, with his class, tomorrow, so I need to get a life! Maybe it's because my baby is making his first communion and that means that I really don't have any babies any more.

What is really totally weird is that I am looking forward to my life after babies. I mean, JJ and I are planning on doing a lot of things in the future. We are really enjoying our children now but we are also looking forward to the next stage. So why do I get weepy?

At any rate, it's Friday afternoon and I am looking forward to the weekend and getting some things accomplished on the home front. I am also looking forward to summer and all the perks of warmer weather. We managed to play tennis twice this week and that is only a promise of things to come. Swim team season starts next week, so the kids are psyched. We even managed to do yard work last night, and get the grass cut.

May wonders never cease.