What a crazy, busy weekend and the week ahead doesn’t have many signs of slowing down.  Saturday was a mad rush of events and shuttling from here to there. My daughter and I got up early to hit a church tag sale that proved to be a bust. Her Girl Scout troop was to meet at 8:30am for a trip to the city to take some computer courses.  We were there in plenty of time, but the leader showed up half an hour late and then they didn’t leave for another half an hour after that.  One of our friends, who was dropping off her daughter also, had left her lights on and drained her battery. So I called my husband to come over and help out.  We were able to jumpstart her car.  I had errands to run, so off I went again.  My son had a softball game at 11:00, so after running my errands I raced back home so we could all go to the game together.  They didn’t win but they played a good game.  Both the kids are playing first base this year, on different teams.  After the game, we stopped to get a bite to eat, and then I had to go on a swim trip with my Brownie Troop.  There were problems at the facility with little ones having an “accident” in the water, so our troop spent more time out of the water than in.  We ended up leaving a half and hour earlier than we had planned.  We stopped at Chic-fil-a for supper and let the girls play in the playground for a while.  When I got home about 7:30, I found out from my daughter that they didn’t get to do all the things that they were supposed to do because they were late arriving and then there weren’t enough girls.  They also arrived home late with parents waiting on them including my husband.  Crazy day.  Yesterday was better.  After church, the kids spent some time with their friends.  I picked up my son about 3:30 for ball practice.  My daughter, her friend and her mom went swim suit shopping so I picked her up after ball practice.  Then my son decided he wanted to take the cover off our pool right as I was making dinner.  That was interesting to say the least.  Today, there’s laundry, errands, paperwork, and I have the end of the year Girl Scout leader’s dinner.  Tomorrow I promised the kids we’d go skating, Wednesday, my daughter has ball practice and my son has Scouts.  Thursday she has training as a volunteer at the library for the summer, and Friday, the big curriculum tag sale in Charlotte. Then we’re back to Saturday, when both kids have games.  In between all this, the people who are working on our house are supposed to come back and fix the porch poles (that’s another story) and put in our gutters.  Whoever coined the phrase “the lazy days of summer” probably didn’t have kids.  At least it’s not dull.