Well the shower went well. All were squeaky clean when they left. I was left with a resolve not to have children for a while. While being five years. Every woman there had a baby or child. There was a two month old baby, a thirteen month old baby, a seventeen month old baby and two teenagers--17 & 19. All were girls except one teenage boy who wouldn't come down stairs other than to say good bye and eat up the left overs, so appropriate. I have never experienced so much noise in my life. Mom's trying to have conversations only to be interuppted to correct children, change clothes or diapers, catch spit up, stop screaming or catch something that was about to break. It was impossible to do anything other than eat fruit, open gifts and say "How cute." It was a party for two hours and all I could think is when can I leave after the first ten minutes. I understand why women stay home with their children for the first five years. It takes a lot just to watch one child, not to mention three. If we had been a day care center instead of a baby shower, I would say that more people were needed to watch the children. There really needed to be one and a half adults for every one child. It was crazy.

Even crazier, I left the party only to hop in a car for several hours to go to Macon. John & I arrived in the nick of time for dinner. We were able to eat dinner, listen to someone speak get and get to bed on time. It was awesome. Unfortunately, traveling to Macon took more out of me than I realized. While we were there we stopped to see one of my favorite uncles, Uncle George. He looked remarkable considering he had his sternum sawed apart and was being held together by wires. It was a good visit. So good that John & I tried another good visit with his Dad and Faye. Surprisingly, a late lunch and time with them was really good too. They had just come in from Florida. They are travelers and are always coming in from somewhere. We made it home in time for me to leave for dance class in ATHENS. So I was back in the car again for another hour to Athens.

I was late to dance class, but it was worth it. I love to dance. I am so glad that it is something I am committeed to doing. It makes me feel good about being me. I got home in time to prepare for today and work on some basics (i.e. laundry, loading & unloading the dishwasher, make lunch for today, set up the coffee pot for this mornig). I was in bed and asleep by ten only to be awoken by phone calls from those I love. Meg called to tell me all about the cool new people she'd met. She is happy which is the first step in being in a new town, trying new things. John called me for no reason at all. He just is ready to be married and hates the fact that we are not in the same home yet. He would much rather come home and me be there. Soon, I say. Soon. So I finally laid me down to sleep and prayed the Lord my soul to keep, because I realize that while I had two days away from work, I had no days for myself or the Lord. Only God will keep me sane this week. Hopefully, next weekend I will have more of me for me and most importantly, me for God.

Whew.

Long weekends. Long blogs.