1. I tackled the scary mountain of laundry that had piled up in the laundry room. I even folded and put everything away. That was Sunday into Monday. We're not going to talk about the new mountain of laundry that I once again have to wash, fold and put away. Let's just say that I'm beginning to realize and accept that this is simply a never ending process that's only going to grow larger and larger.
2. I took time to sit out on the deck on Monday when it was nice and warm to just enjoy the peace and quiet of the neighbors making odd noises in their back yards or power washing their house (the sounds depended on the neighbor). Despite the oddities that I heard, I really enjoyed
3. Both of my girls played great at their soccer games this past Sunday. Ellie scored four goals (She's actually dribbling the ball and running around!) and Madeline scored one. In all, I saw three of the goals. I was too busy talking to notice two of Ellie's goals. Bad mommy! I did, however, lie and tell Ellie that I missed the goals because the other mom wouldn't stop talking. In reality it was me that wouldn't shut up and I think she knows that because I got that look from her. Note to self: don't talk to the other mom's when my kids are in the game.
4. I made it to confession last night. Despite drawing a complete blank after getting rather irritated that Ellie was not behaving while she waited in the church with Madeline (this was before Mass so it's not like they were sitting in an empty church) I managed to remember the vast majority of what I had to confess. I think Fr. was slightly amused when I was explaining why I couldn't remember something as simple as saying "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned." Ah, my mind isn't what it used to be these days. The important thing is I made it to confession even if I did fumble my way through it.