A Story With No Ending

My Sunday night could be summed up in 2 words....The Perfect Night.  Ok, so that's 3, but whose counting?!

Our little family worked together and played together...no bickering, no complaining, and no whining. 

The day started with lots of cleaning.  Which turned into mass organizing and purging.  Which then turned into a much bigger mess...It happens.

You see, we are having Thanksgiving at our house again this year, and with that comes lots of prep work and preparation.

Is prep work and preparation pretty much the same thing?  Whateve!

Our house had gotten uncharacteristically messy the past few weeks.  We just kind of 'let it go' for a little while.  And let me tell you...it was a little overwhelming when I got going.

I spent ALL DAY Saturday cleaning out our guest room closet, coat closet, linen closet, and utility closet.  Wes spent most of the day cleaning out the garage and re-laying pine straw in the front flower beds.  I also got a jump on our office - I had an entire file box filled to the brim with papers/bills/documents that needed to be sorted through and filed.  It was a tough job, and one that couldn't be completed in a days time.

On Sunday, I spent ALL DAY finishing the filing, re-arranging the office furniture, and completely organizing and purging Will's room.  I hit his closet, his dresser, and all of the toys.  I wish I would have taken before and after pictures to prove just how much I got done in 1 weekend.

Come Sunday night, I was SPENT!!  Tired to the core.  My feet were swollen, my knees hurt and I was just completely worn out! 

Earlier in the day I took out a couple chicken breasts and planned to make chicken Parmesan with penne pasta.  As much as I wanted to scrap my dinner plans and head into town for something that didn't require making more of a mess and cleaning, I decided that Sunday night was meant to be a home cooked meal...plus the thought of showering and getting dressed was more draining to me than sucking it up and just cooking what i had already planned.

So, I got out everything needed and got to work.  As I started preparing the meat - pounding, coating with egg mixture, and breading in Italian bread crumbs; my WONDERFUL helpful husband (who had been hunting most of the day) came in and offered to help.

So, after he poured us both a glass of wine we got to work and got dinner going.  Will was playing nicely at the counter with his play dough, all of the doors and windows were open and a nice cool breeze was blowing through the house.  Both dogs were curled up together, patiently waiting for a morsel of food to drop.  The vocal styling of Ray Lamontagne was playing from the ipod doc...and there we were, our happy little family.  We were talking, working together, and enjoying our special family time.  Right as I was having a nice little personal thought about how lucky I was, and how I would remember this moment forever, and never take it for granted, I heard it...  POW!!! ...... POW, POW, POW!!!

What the hell!?

POW!!  POW!!....POW!! POW!!! POW!!!!

My special little moment was quickly interrupted by our neighbors desire to have target practice on a Sunday evening. 

I guess this is what you get when you live in the boonies.

I just realized this story doesn't really come to a point or an ending...It just kinda, ends.

But that's how it goes with my entries. 

Love, A writer of stories with no endings,
-EmJ