Today is my day off. I worked until 10pm last night. The alarm rang at 6am and I wanted to kick myself for winding down that two hours before I went to bed last night. Jump up, throw on my clothes, my face and off I go to work. Make sure that 21 kids are appropriately dressed and off we go to church for the baptism and confirmation of 11 them. We have two vans full of kids and a caravan of cars traveling 25 miles to the church. The Bishop performed the ceremony, which is a huge deal in the Catholic church….especially at Christmas time. After the services we had a fiesta in the cafeteria/gym. It was beautiful and I cried. I have lived to be this old, have raised about 1,003 kids and for the first time I am officially a ‘God Mother’.
Back in the van, back to the ranch, short staffed. Sorry about your luck, there is no way I can work today. Call the ‘on call’ person and that would NOT be me.
Back home, check my e-mail, put on my jammies and down for a short nap. Four hours later I wake up. It was glorious. The most wonderful nap I’ve had in years. I got up and realized that I haven’t done the laundry and I have to be back at work at 8 in the morning. Threw in a load of clothes and started doing a little baking. I don’t know how many of you know what ‘a little baking’ means. In my family it is relative. My Mom, the Grand Bastardette, cooked enough for a small army every time she went in the kitchen. So for me a ‘little baking’ meant two pecan pies and a loaf of banana nut bread.
Laundry is done, baking is done….for the day anyway.
I’m back to bed……goodnight all.