Warning: Whiner Post

Today I feel like whining a bit.
It has been a long, long weekend, and next weekend promises more of the same.
It began with picking up Sofia from play practice and my husband coming home from Georgia (yes, the one in the United States). He brought home two big coolers full of beef, and promises of carriage rides (pulled by draft horses!) if we visit Berriedale Farm. Yay!
Snuck out to see Thor...because we have to be responsible and preview movies for the kids, right?
Then, up early on Saturday to take Cozette to her last ballet class and James to his last basketball class (which he hates, btw. Wonder where he got that from?)
Next, making child write talk and  forcing another child to finally clean their disgusting pit of a room, while baking for bakesale.
Driving kids to see Thor 2...after nearly spoiling the movie for Sofia. I'm really bad about that lately.
Picking up pizza. Taking Annika and baked goods to variety show/bake sale.
Taking everyone one else to never-ending variety show. (Poor Tony.)
Finally escaping, putting everyone to bed, and sitting down to finish my YW lesson for the next morning.

I love my kids.
One of them needs to learn to drive, so that I can have some free time.
Having Tony back is huge help. It solves so many logistical problems...and he's been doing laundry all weekend. :) (Yep, I've been saving it for him. I'm that kind of wife.)

So far, this is the agenda for next weekend:
Sofia's play, Thurs.-Sat. at 7pm, with a matine at 2 on Sat. And, no, I will not be seeing The Crucible four times. We've discussed it. I will go once.
Anthony has a campout Fri.-Sat., and on Saturday there is a Youth Conference and a dance.
Oh, also, it's my anniversary on Friday.
I really want a weekend that is a weekend off. For me. To do whatever I want. Sit around and sew...or even clean my house? This summer maybe?

There's my whine. I'm done...until next weekend.

Now, adorable pictures of Cozy at her pre-ballet class. Taught by a real ballerina. We're going to go see her as the sugar plum fairy in our local Nutcracker!

Warming up.

Practicing positions.

On her toes.

With friends. (This was the class where she noticed she was the only one without a skirt. Oops.)

Her teacher brought all of the little girls a rose at the last class,

 because ballerinas get flowers when they perform.

Cozy, quite content with her flower.

She looked well-behaved in these pictures, but she ran around and talked through the whole class. :)

That's my Cozette!