Bonus!

42 hours.

That's about how long I got to spend at home this past weekend! (Usually it's only about 34 or 36) Of course, about 15 of those were sleeping.

But, I only had one training session on Friday morning, so I got to head home early Friday afternoon. Flying in from Portland, I got in and Theresa picked me up in the airport in her dad's recently acquired BMW Z3, which Theresa was car sitting. It had been sitting in the driveway all week, and she was sorely looking for an excuse to drive it. Her boss had given her tickets to the Padres game (we lost to the Washington Nationals, but they were nice seats (any free seats are nice, don't you think?)) We had a great opportunity to spend some time, just the two of us for a change, taking in America's game, on a beautiful San Diego evening. The outrageous heat wave had passed, and it was an absolutely gorgeous, "convention and visitor's bureau" way to end the week.

And then came Saturday morning. Swimming lessons at 9 (Mattea is getting really comfortable in the water, and I feel confident letting her "swim" on her own now, while the boys want nothing to do with anything involving getting their hair wet). Ballet lessons at 11. (The boys will be starting next month) Naps for the boys (Theresa joined them and slept longer than they did... I'm not really sure why!)

I took the kids to the grocery store after everyone woke up, and they all thought it was great fun. The boys wanted to walk, so I pushed the cart while behind me trailed three golden haired munchkins linked hand-in-hand drawing smiles from most passers-by. (A dad with one child commented "I thought I had it tough!")

When I got back, Theresa was getting ready for an evening out with her sisters. Later we discovered that they hadn't been out together, just the three of them, for about 5 years. This from three sisters that live within the same county! But they went out to dinner and took in a play about three sisters (the impetus for the evening.)

Then Sunday morning we got the kids fed, I did my laundry, packed, mowed the lawn, didn't repair the sprinklers that had caused the flood the week before, and drove the BMW back to Jim, who let me drive to the airport. (He used the excuse that he wanted to ride in the passengers seat, to see what it felt like.)

Now you know what my weekends at home are like. Generally minus the ballgame.