It's March

 I spy with my little eyes some Saint Patrick's Day decorations ... 

My husband and I both have some Irish in our ancestry, although we don't usually make a big deal about it -- except for Saint Patrick's Day.  Now that it's March all of my Valentine's Day decorations are put away and all the green stuff comes out.  

March also means it's time for high school to get back into spring sports and my son has his baseball tryouts after school.  This weekend most states, including ours, will turn the clock ahead one hour.  We are on the countdown to spring and it's going to be a busy one.  This week, particularly, will be filled with doctor appointments for the kids.  Today is a typical Monday where I'm cleaning up weekend messes and menu planning for the week.  Between busy evening schedules and having picky eaters meal planning is never fun but it's an important job and someone has to do it.  I've just really been struggling with it.  On Friday my husband asked what was for dinner.  I really was not in the mood to cook.  My depression was kicked into high gear and I was struggling more than most days.  My husband did not seem like he was in the mood to cook either and after a long day of work I wasn't expecting him to.  Then an idea hit me.  We were given a gift card to a diner for Christmas so I asked if he wanted to go on a date.  We could order pizza and snacks for the kids and allow them to have an evening to themselves.  He, obviously, agreed.  Date nights for us have been few and far between since having kids.  Having a chance to get out of town and have someone else cook for us was a real treat.  The bad blogger in me has no pictures of the meal to post.  

On Saturday I watched as Rob and the kids ran in another race.  It was the last of the winter series and both my husband and daughter ran the 1 mile while my son did the 5k.  Again I say, I'm so proud of them.  They are amazing.

Then my daughter and I spent the afternoon visiting my parents.  With our busy schedules we don't get to see them very often.  It's been difficult knowing how much they are struggling physically as they age and I don't know what to do.  I'm caught between having a job and raising two active kids while having parents who can use as much help as possible.  The rest of the family lives on Long Island and, they too, have busy schedules and can't easily make a trip to visit.  It has made me question God many times as to why my parents made a choice to move to Pennsylvania years ago.  In that time they were younger and healthier, unaware of the what the future was going to hold.  My grandparents (dad's parents) were also here in Pennsylvania too.  While we were there my dad asked if we could clear all the pinecones from under his tree.  

Sunday was church, lunch at the church after service, and home to enjoy the rest of the weekend.  Sundays are phone free days in our house since it's something we all could use a break from.  

It is my hope that March brings you a lot of sunshine and blessings!