It's been busy. My husband and I went for coffee on Friday. It was nice. My Dad watched the children for an hour. This guy was playing in the coffee shop. He was really crazy looking. He was around 50 or so and had hair all the way down his back, His hair was white and frizzy. The man was very skinny with a jovel attitude. He reminded me of a Flower child from the 60's I was waiting for him to at any time to go ... Yo dude. Now that I think about it I think he did do so. To top it off he had a fan in front of him that made his hair fly around. He sung some really mellow songs from the 70's. He was fun. My husband and I often do not get a moment of time together. Yesterday on a whim I got my hair cut. She did a terrible job. I said I didn't want to look like a mushroom and I left looking like a mushroom. I had to go to a different stylist and have them fix my hair and spend more money. The second stylist did a very good job. When I came home with the first cut my husband did not like it at all. He told me I looked like the mushroom from Mario. Ha, Ha. I didn't find it funny. My husband's car broke down. We are getting it fixed. So we have to share a car this week. When your not used to sharing a car it is quite frustrating.

Dear Father, Help me this week. Give me Guidance and patience. Help me to be the best mom, wife, teacher, I can possible be. In Jesus name Amen.