With one crazy week in the rearview and another in the windshield, I’m feeling somewhat overwhelmed. Our Omaha boys will be here for Memorial Day weekend and into the next week, and fingers crossed, the pool will open that weekend as well, or at the very least shortly after. As with every year, it has been a struggle getting everything working correctly. I have to say I have had more help this year from the lifeguards than I have had in years past, and that, my friends, is a miracle!

I have a love-hate relationship with the pool. I love working with the kids. Yes, I have my moments when I want to strangle them. Who doesn’t! But they keep me young, on the inside anyway. One look at my head of grey hair tells a different story. I used to color my hair in a feeble attempt to hold on to my youth. It’s expensive and time-consuming, so I quit trying! I am now embracing the wisdom grey hairs! At least that’s what I tell myself.

My house, like most days, looks like a tornado ransacked the place. My hubby’s ex-wifey is bringing the boys here on Wednesday, so I am a little stressed about that. I’m not sure why I think the house needs to look like a picture out of a “Better Homes and Gardens” magazine all the time, but I do, and it doesn’t, so add that to the list of my other lifelong disappointments! Right under not being a princess! It’s honestly not that bad, and in reality, it’s good enough for who it’s for, so I’m not sure why I’m anxious about it.

While I was “playing” at the pool this past weekend, George and Jacob made more progress in the money pit. Jacob said he hates the attic. He also hates the crawl spaces in the basement. But honestly, he is the only one who fits into some of those tight spaces. He is, however, learning some useful skills, and at the same time, learning what he may not want to do as a career. My dream for my children is a pretty simple one. I hope they can purchase move-in-ready homes and they don’t inherit my love of old money pits!

My mom and cousin Blanche put out the flowers at the cemetery this year. My grandma did it once upon a time, and the tradition was passed to my mom. Technically, Memorial Day is the day on which those who died in active military service are remembered. When I was a kid, I thought it was a day to remember all those who had died. I think it’s okay to do both as long as we never forget the sacrifices made, which allow us to celebrate as we see fit. I hope everyone has a safe and happy holiday weekend. X’s & O’s.