(I was telling my sister-in-law about how I start these posts, but get interrupted and then don't get back to them for a long time, and I thought I'd see if I could finish some up and publish them - this looks like it'd have been a good one but I can't remember what I'd wanted to say, what happened - hopefully it will come back to me and I'll be able to finish it)
You know that horrid sticky stuff left on things after you peel off a sticker or label but it didn't all come off?
And you know the saying about "making lemonade when life gives you lemons?"
well, just keep those 2 things in mind and I'll get to them.
Early Tuesday morning - I was having this very realistic dream that I was late to get Michael to a cool Scout adventure activity thing (which somehow Nathan was already at) and rushing and since he'd missed the carpool, we were trying to find the place and finally did, but he didn't have his backpack and I drove back to get it, but he also didn't have some other things he needed, which I headed to go get and then I realized I wasn't sure if they were providing food or if we were supposed to bring it and I was trying to get a clear answer from someone on that when, in a panic feeling of "we're LATE" and a desperate feeling of forgetting something, I woke up. We were late, very late, for Seminary, and almost for school too, and Michael was starting his new internship that day and was supposed to wear nice clothes (Michael is not into the extreme styles a lot of kids wear these days, but with his love of climbing trees, fences, walls, mountains, etc., most of his stuff is ripped, and with his love of being creative with spices and condiments and sauces, and with picking berries, cherries, plumbs, etc. and putting them in his pockets, plus the aforementioned love of climbing things in nature, his stuff is stained, so finding any of his "casual professional school/intern clothes" which are clean and don't look like rags, AND which still fit him, is a great difficulty! I'd found his least stained, least noticed patch job pair of pants and sent him back to his room a couple times to pick a different shirt that didn't show the stains as well) and he needed a lunch packed since he'd be away from school at lunchtime. So the morning started as a mad-dash-scramble (which is actually typical but usually an hour earlier) but everyone finally got to where they were supposed to be and were wished "good luck" and told "love you" to their great embarrassment (and I even got a tiny nap before yard duty).
Tuesday afternoon - when I finished at the school, I picked up my visiting niece
