Up – one bed. Down – one cellphone.

Okay, so I don’t think that the entire weekend was stressful, because up until a few hours ago…Sunday was an alright day.  : )

However, this is how it went.

Friday- yay! Off work early. Great to see Mom and sister. New mattress installed in bedroom! (great start)

Friday night – Went to dinner with a brood of people (Mom, Cindy, Kids (3), and two friends) and it was mildly stressful. Think, Home Alone (1) with instead of pizza, a loud Mexican food restaurant. Ending with me spending too much money, because for some reason feel the need to buy Mom and said sister dinner. Came back to the house to hang out with Mom & Cindy. Me – begging to go to sleep in new bed, because of the amount of sleep debt I had already accrued. Not going to bed until midnight (and still being the party pooper!) Wild Parents.

Saturday – I cooked a nice big breakfast for kids who slept until breakfast was cold. : ) (Still determined to be in good mood) Don’t get me wrong – I love each of those kids so so very much. *Breath* Okay, then we tried to determine a schedule for the day…lots of running around, shopping…until *sad face* We got a call that Cindy’s soon to be ex husband’s Mother was about to pass away. Her kids Grandmother. She went to help, left kids with me and my mother.

Went home – helped kids win many Wii games to keep mind off of sad happenings. 2 hours later, Cindy kidnapped Mom to help console ex husband with many “beverages and sushi.” : ) Kids and I tired to go swimming, no luck, pool closed at gym. Instead, watched movie and subsequently they made fun of me for falling asleep (it was ONLY 11:30pm)…kids. Kids should be defined as “never ending energy.” Mother and Cindy arrived back home – 1 am. Mom hands back borrowed cell phone. **Critical Moment** I lost the cell phone somehow between couch and morning after…

So either cellphone was mistakenly packed away with Kids stuff…or it has disappeared into thin air. I am liable to believe both at this point, because living & bedroom have been pulled apart. Now…if you truly know me…I hate the phone. I really don’t like conversations on phones that are more than lets say 3 mins long. So this is no great lost for me, except A. People like to get a hold of me. B. I like to get hold of other people, sometimes. C. Car repair shop has that number. D. I don’t have a single number in there written down or memorized.

So ya. I’m tired and going to bed. Pray for the kids to find some peace with losing their grandmother & that I find that dumb phone.

Thanks.

With Love.