The Last Real Weekend

It was a good weekend. We never make any plans for Labor Day Weekend because it's always the last real weekend before things get insane.

The younger boys all play sports and even though we limit them to one each....with three of them (used to be 4!) the scheduling is just nuts.

Sports parents. There's a blog waiting to be written. It takes every ounce of patience I can muster to hang out with some of these people. The ones who put their entire identity/self-worth (it certainly seeems) into the performance of their children on sports teams. And for some reason, it seems like that sort of thing is magnified in a state like Texas. Maybe it's just that everything's "bigger" here, as they say. Not sure. Maybe it's this way everywhere.

I think I'll write more about it later. Off to work for now.

grace