I

am whooped.

something happened to me this morning that made me want to check the mirror to see if it was really me.  and what was that, you might ask?

i worked like a dog.

washed 4 loads of clothes, changed all the bed linens, scrubbed the kitchen, washed the walls, baked 2 cakes and a pot of spaghetti, swept, dusted - didn't mop.  shoot. i knew i forgot something.

and today was my boy's birthday.  dale is 18 today...hence, the cakes that we took to mom's and dad's where we had a small family gathering.  and tomorrow, my girl and my little sara pie are coming from durham, so we'll probably do it all over again.

sara is my 2 year old granddaughter.  she's a character.  i often think she'll do a fine job of raising her mother.  last night, sara and i were on the phone and she was chattering away.  suddenly she stopped and said - and how are YOU?

i'll never forget the time jim was quizzing her. he was teasing and said..what's wrong with your mother?  is she silly.  sara, who had just started talking a few months prior to the inquisition, shook her head solemnly.  no.  i see.  is she mean?  sara shook her head again.  no.  hmmm.  she isn't silly and she isn't mean.  is she crazy?  whereupon sara nodded her little head yes, still solemn and said ...yeth. cwazy.

and lucky me...i have 4 weeks of vacation saved up.  one week is reserved for october, when jim and i are planning a romantic get-away.  but before that, i'm taking a week, bringing sara to my house.  can you imagine the trouble she and i will get into?

i love being a grandmother :-)