Mom needs down time?

I had some minor surgery last week and I've been slow moving since then, much to the chagrin of the children. I guess when your mom goes from overdrive to barely standing, it takes some getting used to.

But this past week was still more eventful than I would have liked it to have been.

L. couldn't miss her beloved field hockey so we made sure she got to her game on Sunday.

And we were scheduled to pick up the first of two installments of the pig raffle meat in Gardiner. The smoked parts (bacon and ham) aren't due for another couple of weeks. That's good news as these boxes filled both of our freezers.

The roast I made in the crock pot last night was very tasty so everyone is getting used to the idea of having met the pig at the fair and appreciating his sacrifice...


Then Fino and the girls decided to foster a kitten who was abandoned with a broken leg and he showed up at our house this week. I've been assured by the girls that they understand we are just helping him heal and taking care of his leg before he's adopted -- that we aren't keeping him.

I have a feeling that they agreed so they could work out a strategy to keep the little guy they are calling Lupus.

For what was supposed to be an uneventful few days, there was certainly plenty of action going on at our house. I guess down time is overrated? I wouldn't know.