How Much Can Be Crammed Into Spring Break?

I thought it was about time I started posting again. It’s been a busy week and a half! Did anyone miss me? I last posted at the airport in Columbus, Ohio, waiting for my ever-so delayed flight. I didn’t get home until 10:00 that night. We had planned to leave the next morning, Wednesday, for our spring break camping trip to New Braunfels (well, it wasn’t exactly camping but it was close enough for me). Needless to say, I wasn’t ready to go in the morning and spent more than half the day doing laundry and packing clothes and food. Oh, and we had to get the Explorer cleaned up because the three year old threw up in it while they were waiting to pick me up at the airport. Once we finally got going, we had a pretty good time. Hubby made quick friends with the neighboring campers and hung out with them quite a bit. Annoyed at first, I decided to make the best of it and relax in one of my favorite ways, working a jigsaw puzzle. Since he doesn’t enjoy jigsaw puzzles and I don’t enjoy spending precious time with perfect strangers, it worked out okay. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t totally anti-social and I did go over and say hello a few times. The grandchildren played with the neighbors’ kids and they had a great time. The highlight of the trip for Hubby and the two oldest grandkids was the three hour raft trip down the Guadalupe River. They had a blast. The outfit wouldn’t allow the three year old to go so she and I hung out on the riverbank waiting for them to row past us. Our cabin was right on the river and we had seen rafters go by earlier in the day so we expected they would come right by us. After about an hour of throwing rocks into the river and picking flowers that were really weeds, I decided they may have dropped them off upriver somewhere. Since the little one was getting a little pink and needed a nap we went inside. I sat in the open doorway watching for them. No sooner had the baby snuggled in for a nap when I heard my husband’s shrill whistle beckoning us back to the river to take a picture. It brought back memories of my dad whistling for his children to come home. Hubby’s whistle could hardly compete with my dad’s perfectly loud and clear one, but it worked (photo above).

We arrived home in the late afternoon on Good Friday. After unloading, Kirk rushed off to usher at church and I unpacked and started laundry again. I had hoped to attend the Good Friday service but just couldn’t see my way clear to do so. Eldest daughter and her two dogs arrived later that evening from Dallas, just in time to make her bed with the freshly laundered sheets I had stripped off the bed earlier in the evening. “I’m really tired,” I thought as I collapsed into bed that night. Youngest daughter and a friend came the next morning. Hubby and I both had short meetings at church. I took three year old to a birthday party in the afternoon, complete with an Easter egg hunt (saga of the golden egg to be told later). I also managed to do a little shopping. Coloring eggs came in the evening as well as preparing for Easter morning. “I’m really tired,” I thought as I collapsed into bed. I was up early the next morning getting ready to attend church. I worked the tech booth visuals and lighting for the first two services and had to be there by 7:30 am. The rest of the family attended the second service. The Easter Services are always my favorite. The music and the message were so uplifting. After church, we went out to eat Mexican food since I had vowed not to cook the whole weekend. We had a relaxing afternoon - watched a good movie and ate too much chocolate. Overall, it was a nice day…but as I collapsed into bed Sunday night I thought, “I’m really tired.”