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Another Weekend Gone

This was a busy one.

I had several errands to run on Saturday. First on the list, though, was moving my two boys into the same bedroom. It took about 2 1/5 hours to clean the rooms, move the furniture, and get things organized. The boys' room is very cramped now. Luckily, we didn't have to move a bed in, though, because the boys have had bunk beds since they were old enough to get out of their toddler beds. However, the room now houses 1 computer desk & chair, a bunk bed, 2 dressers, 1 bookshelf, and 2 toy boxes.

After getting the room rearranged, I jumped in the shower and got ready to go to my mom's piano recital. She's been taking lessons for about a year. She did pretty good. I heard a few mistakes, but I thought she recovered well. She didn't share the same opinion. She said it was horrible.

I also had to stop and pick up a birthday present for a birthday party my oldest had been invited to attend. On the way to that party, I had to stop and pick up my youngest son's overnight guest.

Oh, and I got lost after leaving the recital so I was running a bit late.

After dropping off the oldest at the party I took my little one and his friend to the grocery store and bought enough junk food to feed a small army. We had popcorn and rootbeer floats.

Today I tried to do some homework. I don't know if I'm overly tired or just losing interest in this book, but I haven't gotten very far.

I plan on working on the WIP tonight, but we'll see what happens. The little guy just came and sat down next to me. He wants Mom to watch Ghost Rider with him. It's very hard to say no when it means so much to him.

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