Another weekend gone.

When David and I were dating, we'd always sigh with contentment at the end of a weekend and just bask in the joy of an awesome weekend. We'd hang out with friends, go out to eat, talk for hours, and just enjoy each other's company.
Boy, is that season of life behind us now! I find myself longing for a chance to SLOW down and just enjoy things. With three kids and a full time job....slowing down is not an option. I feel like I'm always rushing to get to the next event. The thing is, there's nothing unimportant that can be cut to make things less stressful.
Take today for example. We volunteer once a month to work in the nursery on Sunday mornings. Today was that morning. We signed up for a Communication in Marriage class at church during third service. That's important, especially in the season of life we are in now.
Lunch. Naptime. Tonight we have small group, which is something we enjoy once we get there. David had to leave with Dawson and Baylor, and I'm sitting at home waiting for the dessert we are supposed to bring to finish in the oven. I'm also waiting for Nadia's underwear to dry in the dryer. Both are pretty important.
You might be asking, "Well why don't you just put another pair of underwear on her?" The answer is simple. There are no other clean underwear in this house. Trust me, I've looked. So they are ALL in the dryer, and we have to wait.
You might be asking, "Well, why didn't you buy something ready made to bring for dessert since it was your turn?" The answer is simple. In my brain, making a cake-mix peach cobbler sounds easy-peasy. I can do it with my eyes closed. It's good. It's simple. It's inexpensive. So why am I sitting here at 5:22 waiting for it to come out of the oven ?(Small groups starts at 5!) There's this little nugget of GOLD on Sunday afternoon called naptime, and apparently I was really tired today because I slept like I was a dead woman, and woke up at 4:22. Yes, at 4:22 I still had an unmade/unbaked peach cobbler in my kitchen.
Back from small group now. It was good as always. We're very fortunate to have the friends that we have at our church. They've been such a blessing to us in our lives.
My back has been bothering me. David asked me to lay down on the floor, and he was stretching my legs up towards my chest to stretch out my back. Nadia walks up behind us and says, "Momma, nobody wants to see your butt!" We were laughing so hard that he had to stop stretching my back because I couldn't breathe. When she realized what David was doing, she said, "Daddy. That's my momma. Stop doing that. You are hurting her!"
It's Sunday night again. Another weekend gone.