We had a very quiet long weekend. We weren't necessarily trying to save on gas, but somehow we just didn't plan to do anything. So we really did nothing. Strangely, what should have felt good, instead made me feel guilty. One of those weeks, I guess, where I can feel guilty about anything (or nothing). Yes, today I went for a run around the neighborhood and heard all these other families having pool parties and backyard get togethers, and I felt seriously guilty that my poor children did not have the time of their lives this weekend. We didn't go to the opening of the pool at our rec center. We didn't go to the wild animal habitat. We just sat around. I'm certain that someday the kids will remember that there was this one holiday where we did NOTHING, and they will resent me.
I'm kidding, of course. But seriously, I don't know why I can't just enjoy doing nothing.
I am going to post a few pictures I took of the kids last week as I tried to get a good shot for a Father's Day scrapbook page for Jim. I may still have to work on Natalie's pictures, because she is hard to keep still very long and so there was always some part of the picture that was blurry. This is a secret project (the kids have also been doing some artwork for it), but I am not concerned that Jim will see these, because he is the one person I know for sure never reads my blog. Ever. If he ever asks me something that he would know if he had read my blog, and I say "you would know this if you read my blog" he looks at me like I have just suggested he stick his head in the oven and turn on the gas. I think he would rather block out the tedium of my life. It's bad enough he has to hear about it occasionally...to read it is too much to ask. So, I post with no worries:
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