Blah But Busy Day and Weekend

Tonight is not a great night for me. Not that I haven't enjoyed everything I've done today, with the exception of one thing. But that one thing has gotten me very down. I just don't know what to do anymore. I'm tired of walking on eggshells trying to keep from making people mad. When does anyone ever care about my feelings? From here on out, I will say what I feel to certain people and if I make them mad or hurt their feelings, oh well. Tough. It seems like I've lived my life for others, which isn't a bad thing, but it's time I thought about myself for a change.

We went out to eat at Pizza Hut with my son and his family tonight. Hannah sure is growing. She was a little fussy. Doug (my son) has poison ivy all over him. He went to the dr today and he called me and said (in a very whiney voice), "I got a shot". Poor baby. Just like a man. :) Guess that'll teach him to go rolling around naked in the woods. Just kidding. He's been working hard on a fence and put a tent up in the back yard for him and the kids to camp out in. Somehow, he got into some poison ivy. Well, I guess better him than the kids. At least he got 2 extra nights off from work due to it.

All the kids were up here this weekend for the whole weekend. Came up Friday and went home Sunday. I think they all had a good time. They went swimming, played games on the computer and did just about whatever they wanted to. Hanna got plenty of attention. She was such a happy baby. But I felt like I was correcting them too much and didn't want them to not want to come back. So Saturday night I prayed for patience with them. And the good Lord heard me. Sunday they wouldn't eat lunch, so instead of fussing at them for not eating, I told them no tv if they didn't eat. They still wouldn't eat so they didn't get to watch tv the rest of the time they were here. You just wouldn't believe the things they found to do. They actually went outside and played football, found toys they hadn't played with in a long time, they had a ball. Shelly even tore the horn off a toy car and walked around beeping the horn without the car. It was a good weekend, except when Billy fell down the steps and scared everybody to death. No one saw him fall, so we really don't know what happened. But he's okay, a little bit of boo boo on his ribs, which I'd say are pretty sore. But he could have broken his neck and been killed. I'd die myself is anything happened to any of my grandbabies.

Oh well, I guess I'll close for now and go to bed because I'll have to get up early and go to class in the morning (will classes never end?). Hopefully I won't have bad dreams from my mood. I made a picture of all 5 kids. I'll try to post it sometime. Hannah was asleep. But the rest were bright eyed.