We had our typical busy weekend, games practices driving our kids all over town. We have had to cart Erin all over the place since she no longer has a car. I will be glad for this school year to end, I am already tired of driving Erin and Shannon to and from play/cheer practice. Erin may just have to learn how to drive the van, she could really do some damage with that big tank.

When I got up Saturday I got dressed to run my 8 miles that I am supposed to do for our half marathon training. Last week I did six and had no problems, but eight??? I did fine for the first five but at one point when I realized how far from home I was I considered crying. Instead I walked for a few minutes and ran for a few minutes the rest of the way home. I was bound and determined to finish, no matter what the time. I had just under a mile left and I was waking when Dave pulled up behind me and said, "punkin, do you want a ride home?" I'll punkin you!! Where in the hell were you at mile 5, I'm on the home stretch, shoo fly. I was a little sore when I got home but the good news is I had an empty house. Dave had taken Ryan and Maggie to their games, Kelsey had cheerleading and Lauren and Shannon went to watch Maggie's game. I couldn't wait to soak in a nice hot bath tub. Lucky me, everyone decided to finally show some hygiene and shower before they left and used all the hot water. A girl can dream.

Shannon had her sophomore dance and Lauren took her to get fake nails put on and paid for it. Just when I think they all hate eachother, someone goes and does something nice. My life is always so crazy I sometimes forget that even though my oldest three have already went to their sophomore dance, it is still a big deal to Shannon. Lucky for Shannon, she has a big sister who helped me remember that it is a special day for her. When they got home, I started on Shannon's hair. It took me over two hours to curl it. For having such a tiny little head, she has a ton of hair. She looked beautiful and had a great time. Dave and I spent the rest of the weekend hobbling around like a couple of 40 year olds that decided to act like teenagers and run a half marathon. We were suppossed to run four miles today. I always have been a bit of a rule breaker.

Everyone wants to hear those three little words for Valentines Day, "I Love you" or maybe even "Be my Valentine." I am so lucky I got a few extra words this Valentines Day. "Mom, I think it's drivable but the hood fell off." Dave and I had just started a movie when we got the dreaded phone call from Erin/Sybil. I was just thinking to myself, what a perfect Sunday afternoon. We went to church, went grocery shopping, ate lunch and cuddled up to watch a movie. Life doesn't get any better than this.

She was at work and I figured that the roads would probably be clear by the time she got off. Her manager let her leave early because the roads were getting bad. A child with half a brain may have considered leaving her car there and calling her dad to pick her up. Lauren does that with one drop of rain. Don't get me wrong, I am incredibly thankful that no one was injured and I love Erin much more than I love the car but Is it wrong to love Erin and the car?? We only have liability coverage on her car so it looks like her replacement will be a Schwinn or a Huffy. Shannon is close to getting her license and now won't have a car to drive. When Sam starts her job in August, she will buy a car and we will get the Jeep back. Erin is upset that she set Shannon up to drive a good car and that is not fair. I thought to myself, it's OK Erin, when you come home for Christmas break from Alabama, I'm sure you will crash the jeep again and then Shannon will have a piece of junk to drive and you can sleep much better at night.

Before I went to bed I thought to myself, why didn't I factor in teenage drivers when I had all these kids?? My girls were so cute in their little dresses and Mary Janes with the little lacy ankle socks. Now I keep hearing, "Mom, I think it's drivable but the hood fell off." Thank God there is no snow in Alabama. I asked her not to come home from college with a tattoo but now I am rethinking my decision. I wouldn't mind and I may even pay for it if she decides to tattoo idiot across her forehead.

This has been a crazy week. Erin finally decided on a college and signed her letter of intent. It was like pulling teeth to get her to make up her mind. Friday night I told her she had drug her feet long enough, it was time to make a decision. She of course didn't want to talk about it and finally said she would decide on Sunday. She came home Sunday morning with a fever and a sore throat. I swear she will do anything to get out of making this decision. I had some amoxicillin in the house that she had from a previous illness, I told her to start taking them so she could get better quicker. Last time I did that, I found out the red face was from wind burn playing soccer and not an infection. It's a good thing I'm not a doctor!!

She finally made a decision and picked Spring Hill in Alabama, there is a reason that I call her Sybil. Once she made the decision she started getting excited planning her beach outfits. She went tanning and couldn't understand why she now has a rash all over her body. She got on Web Md (because she is her grandma's granddaughter) and diagnosed herself with Scarlet Fever. I'm sure the tanning with strep throat while on antibiotics had nothing to do with it, it has to be Scarlet Fever.

Shannon decided to get off the couch and apply for a job. Of course she insisted I stand over her shoulder while she filled out the online application so I could help her with the questions. There were fifty questions, some were funny like, What percent of people do you think cheat on their federal tax return?? I don't think she even knows what a federal tax return is. They asked if your average grades were A's, B's, or C's, she put B's, they also asked if she was a real go getter, she put strongly agree. I told her that as soon as we finished the application. I would drive her up to church for confession. I had just run three miles and didn't want to stand behind her holding her hand while she filled out the application. She finally finished, I decided she should return to laying on the couch watching One Tree Hill, that is much easier.

Dave came home from running his four miles and said, "Wow this just gets easier and easier, I didn't look at the time but I think I did that pretty fast." I'm thinking of hiring Tonya Harding's ex body guard to take care of our little over achiever.