So, What are You Doing?

Thanks to everyone for all of your thoughts, prayers and well wishes. I've been able to chat online with Bill a couple of times since the whole ordeal which has given me a small sense of comfort. For those of you who don't know, my husband is attached to a grunt unit i.e. the guys who are always in the news because they do all the physical work during a war and lets just say they know how to use their assigned military equipment. My husband is NOT a grunt. He's an admin guy. He does paperwork. He's the one who presents these guys with reenlistment paperwork, or discharge papers. He's not a fighter. My husband turned down a full scholarship to college to join the Marines. It's been his dream for most of his life. Yeah, I don't get it either. BUT if he hadn't joined, I never would have met him and had my two beautiful children and my very best friend. He wasn't always a paper pusher. He used to be one of those Marines you would see marching in the Rose Parade every stinkin' New Years Day. Eight years of concerts and performances and gigs and brass quintets and parades and so on and so forth. I thought anything would be better than the musicians erratic schedule. What a silly little woman I was!! But hey, the band goes to war too. You think I'm joking? I'm soooo not joking. They returned for their second turn in Operation Iraqi Freedom before Bill did. Who knew?

So, I'm looking upon one of the busiest weekends of the year. My verybestfriendinthewholewideworld is moving down this weekend. She'll be here for the summer while her hubby attends a class down in San Diego. I'm so happy she's going to be here. She currently lives up in the Bay Area and it's horrible not having her here to just meet up for lunch or hang out and drink coffee together. My inlaws are also flying in tomorrow. They'll be here for a week to help me entertain the youngin's and give me a much needed break. I think the piles of my hair all over the house may be an indication that I'm a bit overworked and just a wee bit stressed. The third thing on the list for tomorrow is that we have some family friends coming down from Moreno Valley which is about two hours north of here. My mom's best friend that she's had since seventh grade, her husband, their son, his wife and their two kids will all join us at my house tomorrow. And guess what? I still have to clean. So why am I not in bed so I can get up and do that tomorrow? Because there is an invisible force in my monitor that refuses to let me go.

On Sunday, we will go to church during the eeeeaaarly service (9am...how in the world did I drive an hour to make it to a 7am class during college?) in order to be ready for lunch by noon. My grandpa and his wife are driving down from the Los Angeles area to meet little Leah (hey, it's only been a year) and my in-laws will join us and since it's Father's Day I should probably throw my dad into the mix there somewhere as well. My parent's have been split up since 1985 so the whole family lunch thing on Father's Day may be normal to you, but to have three father figures in one room, at the same table, where no one is getting married or has died is kind of unheard of in my world so I felt the urge to share this with all of you.

With all of this cleaning and planning and family togetherness coming up I am off to stretch out in my glorious bed and read one of the 47 Parenting magazines I have waiting for me on my nightstand and hope and pray that the kids don't wake up before sunset...for any reason whatsoever!