Help me Lord!

This weekend is going to be a ripper. This morning I felt like I had less of an alarm clock and more of a starter pistol going off in my ear.

Liam's Junior Grad and prom party are tonight, so last night was picking out something he would wear in front of his adoring public and that I could live with in pictures for eternity. He needed a haircut so as not to look like Cousin It in said photos and then he had to attend taekwon-do. The other boy had baseball which was cancelled and a long bike ride/ walk with Dad and Pudge (the dog, not my husband's midsection, well...he does have some but.....nevermind I digress).

Today started with all of us getting ready TOGETHER as my husband is now off for the summer. Bathroom rules will have to be re-established. I hate sharing my sacred space in the a.m. I'm like a jailbird hovering over my lunch plate when it comes to my sink. Of course, Liam having to shave again today so as not to scratch up any girl's face during *3-Minutes in the Closet* threw a monkey wrench into our morning as he hovered over a sink, Dad showing him how to pull the razor and his mother crying gently in the hall...

My father (The Reverend Earl) is arriving at the airport at noon today, the same facking day as Obama  for the G-8 y'all. So apparently Toronto has two reasons to batten down the hatches. I know it is no shock to all my 6 loyal fans out there in cyber-space that I am a wanna-be pastor's daughter but for those of you who don't get the reference, my Dad is not actually a pastor but was and is an extremely devout Pentecostal gentleman. Amazingly he still admits I am his daughter and likes to come for visits. I just smoke and drink around him and moderately tone down the language....cause I'm a lady after all.

Then, freshly done up in my newest pink lipgloss, I go down to the kitchen to start cooking dinner. Did I mention it's only 8:00 a.m.? Two roasting chickens in the countertop oven, mini potatoes ready to steam, sourdough loaves out on the counter and green salad in the fridge.....add to that 2 fabulous Friday lunches made and I finally get to leave the house (oh yeah and I made the beds....I may be a heathen but damn it my bed will be perfect for inspection today). Apparently being a working mother of two and wife, volunteer, step-an-fetch-it girl for various family....is not enough. I so want this picture on my headstone...just for the irony.

So my gorgeous boy....getting ready to go off to highschool. All 6 foot 3, 14 years of him...my baby. I need a mojito.