Friday night ... how many times do we have to watch that Dennis Miller episode? Stop the multi-tasking. Concentrate on me. I hurt. This is taking for #badword#ing ever.
Saturday ... I need more attention. If you think ice and a couple of wimpy quad exercises are going to cut it, then I have a bridge for you to look at.
Sunday ... good grief -- could you lay off the brownies and ice cream? Less weight means less weight to support. You're killing me down here.
::::>Friday night...got home around 6:30pm from work...had dinner with family and then washed the kids. Played with them for a short time and then put them to bed. Did my physical therapy and iced my knee while watching Dennis Miller. Saturday...got up at 5:45am when our 1 year old awoke. I was planning on getting to my home office and working on cleaning it up...it is a mess and we want to swap it with the current kids playroom. This was delayed because my wife wanted to sleep some more. So I played, fed and cleaned up the 1 year old until roughly 8am when our 4 year old awoke. I sent them to wake up their mother :). I then started working. Got a little done. Then my wife had to go to the most evil store in the universe, Wal-Mart. I had to keep the kids...so little was acomplished. Then she took the 4 year old to a birthday party and I kept the 1 year old. He finally went down for a nap...so I got to work some more. Repeat Friday night. Sunday...Church...I arrive early to set up and make coffee for our Sunday school class. My 4 year old went with me. It is funny watching a little one set up chairs that are larger than they are. Went to the in-laws for lunch...great food...watched the 1st half of the US/Guatamala match...went to gym to do physical therapy...got home, iced knee while putting puzzles together with my 4 year old. Went to church and had a brownie/ice cream social with visiting missionaries...Repeat Friday night.
