What happened to my weekend?

Normal is getting dressed in clothes that you buy for work and driving through traffic in a car that you are still paying for - in order to get to the job you need to pay for the clothes and the car, and the house you leave vacant all day so you can afford to live in it. - Ellen Goodman

Ain't that the truth? Daily, we rise, dress and go off to work leaving behind the place we love the most -- home. For what? To pay for everything that we don't get to enjoy while we're at the place we have to be in order to afford the stuff that we don't get to use. Vicious cycle -- absolutely. I wish that I still enjoyed weekends like I did when I was a kid. Nowadays, I yearn for the weekend only to watch it blow by with little to show for it, other than a tired mind & body. This weekend was no exception.

Kelsey worked on Saturday, right in the middle of the day, so that put a crimp in the time that we got to spend with one another. We worked on cleaning up the mounds of paperwork that have accumulated over the last year and we did, sorting it into piles and filing what we needed to. I played in the afternoon and when she got home from work we headed north to Frisco for a visit to IKEA. We were starving, so we went to a little Italian place called Luigi's. Just as our food arrived at the table, a man came in looking for the owner of a Mazda 6. He was looking for me. Apparently, I hadn't put the car in gear the wind, which was gusting pretty powerfully, pushed my car into the fender of a brand new Tahoe. The damage was minimal, but the lady was shaken and to make matters worse, when we returned to our table inside the restaurant -- it was clear. Our entire meal, untouched, uneaten -- was gone! I was more-than-perturbed, but pride wouldn't let me break into a tyrade.

Sunday, which has become my "day of peace" couldn't have come sooner. Kelsey had an early morning meeting, and then we went to church. As always, the message was exactly what I needed to hear -- about authority, obedience, submission and preparing for was God wants us to hear. This Sunday was also @Home groups, so in the evening we trekked north through 45 minutes of traffic to Prosper, where our group meets. We were late, but we still got a lot from the fellowship.

We headed home, I put Kels to bed (she had to work at 5am this morning) and then headed off to my hockey game at 10:30pm. We won, I scored and had an assist in an 8-0 routing of the Vikings. We're still undefeated...but I'm bushed.