This is Saturday. The day I am suppose to be in bed late. It's the weekend. But, no! I shuttled my son to his highschool entrance test, went home and showered, went back and picked him up, had lunch with him at McD's and now I am washing his football pants (he used his game one for practice, silly boy!) because he has a game in about an hour. Whoo-hoooo! Anyone out there want to trade place with me?
It sounds like I am complaining, but really, I am not. I have a great son and I would not change a thing!