Busy Weekend
So this weekend just started out wrong. The week wasn't good to start with, and by Friday, we had only partially fixed one car, I still had no mini-brads, and our budget was looking worse and worse by the second. Enter Creating Keepsakes. Ok, people. This is an actual scrapbooking convention. Until recently, I had no idea such a thing existed. How exciting is this, right? (Well, ok, not very, if you're not a scrapbooker)
Friday, I get an email from my former youth pastor. He's driving from Alaska to Pennsylvania, moving his family to his new position, and he'll be in KC Saturday evening. Now, bear in mind, I haven't seen him in over a decade. This is big stuff, right? I pretty much gotta go. So now, there's CKC, two broken cars, and John coming from Alaska. I can handle this. I'm a mom. Moms multi-task. It's what we do, right?
Well, I'm sure you've deduced by now that I didn't get any sleep at all. We headed to CKC -- Zion was actually having a worse hair day than usual. This is noteworthy because as I was wandering around the KCI Expo Center, people kept calling, "Sara! Oh my gosh, I recognized Zion and just assumed that was you!" He's apparently very distinctive.
At one point, Kristin spotted us and called us over. This was actually excellent timing -- Zion wanted out of his stroller. Of course, as soon as I unfasten his safety belt, he takes off running. My brain tells me that the logical reaction to this is to run after him. Here we are, both of us running across the KCI Expo Center, me in my moccassins (they don't have soles -- just leather on the bottom). I catch up to him and skid to a stop while I'm making a grab for him, only to find that my feet don't quite skid to the same stop my body and mind are telling them to. My feet fly out from under me and I land flat on my boo-tay (yup -- concrete floor). Zion's cracking up while he's running even further away from me. The lady staffing the booth in front of me is yelling, "Mom, are you ok?" and from behind me, I can hear Kristin (whom I've officially known all of about 3 minutes) yelling, "Hey Sara! Zion's supposed to do the falling, not you!"
The rest of the day went better. I just really need to go to bed now.
Friday, I get an email from my former youth pastor. He's driving from Alaska to Pennsylvania, moving his family to his new position, and he'll be in KC Saturday evening. Now, bear in mind, I haven't seen him in over a decade. This is big stuff, right? I pretty much gotta go. So now, there's CKC, two broken cars, and John coming from Alaska. I can handle this. I'm a mom. Moms multi-task. It's what we do, right?
Well, I'm sure you've deduced by now that I didn't get any sleep at all. We headed to CKC -- Zion was actually having a worse hair day than usual. This is noteworthy because as I was wandering around the KCI Expo Center, people kept calling, "Sara! Oh my gosh, I recognized Zion and just assumed that was you!" He's apparently very distinctive.
At one point, Kristin spotted us and called us over. This was actually excellent timing -- Zion wanted out of his stroller. Of course, as soon as I unfasten his safety belt, he takes off running. My brain tells me that the logical reaction to this is to run after him. Here we are, both of us running across the KCI Expo Center, me in my moccassins (they don't have soles -- just leather on the bottom). I catch up to him and skid to a stop while I'm making a grab for him, only to find that my feet don't quite skid to the same stop my body and mind are telling them to. My feet fly out from under me and I land flat on my boo-tay (yup -- concrete floor). Zion's cracking up while he's running even further away from me. The lady staffing the booth in front of me is yelling, "Mom, are you ok?" and from behind me, I can hear Kristin (whom I've officially known all of about 3 minutes) yelling, "Hey Sara! Zion's supposed to do the falling, not you!"
The rest of the day went better. I just really need to go to bed now.
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