Today, I breathed a sigh of relief after my husband called me to tell me he was ok. I feel terrible that I didn't attend a Memorial Day service. After going to the beautiful cemeteries in Europe and their elaborate Memorial Day services, you really feel guilty for not observing Memorial Day with the utmost sincerity. Instead, I spent my day fighting with a weedwacker. I have always taken care of the lawn and in fact take great pride in it. But weedwackers are NOT my thing. I couldn't get the plastic line to coorperate. The more I fought with it, the more irriated I became. Won't ANYONE offer to help me out, just a little?? I am definately not looking for a handout. It would just be nice if someone, anyone would offer to lend a hand. I have spent hours watching other peoples kids, mowing other people's lawns, cooking other people food, driving people where they need to go, etc. Everyone once in a while, it would be nice to have someone return the favor. I guess every once in a while, someone will, if asked, or paid will watch my children. So I guess I can't complain too much.
On a much cuter note, I told Jameson that he was having friends over and my little darling responded, "It's a honeyful day!" Not a day goes by that he doesn't ask for his father or wonder where he is. He told me he was going to drive to the airport himself to pick up daddy.
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