Is It Over?

I look forward to most weekends, especially if there is nothing but free time on my hands to do whatever I want to do for how ever long I want to spend doing it. This weekend wasn't one of those. I was wanting it to be over before it even started. I woke up Friday morning with a pain in my neck, must have slept wrong all night long. I hate when I can't turn my head from side to side. The pain is still there, how many pain pills will it take for it to go away already?! We had a wedding to go to Friday night for Mr. Jewels' Aunt, it was lovely. His family is very very talented and so S-M-A-R-T, so I kind of just watch and listen from the sidelines. It was good to see his sisters and that they are doing well. Even though it was weird to not see the youngest one there, I guess it would be a little extreme to fly halfway across America to be there for a 10 minute wedding ceremony. After the wedding we brought the mother-in-law up to our house to stay with us until Sunday. I wasn't much for sleep overs when I was little and I'm not much for sleep overs now, I don't know what it is, but I just feel nervous the whole time someone is staying over. Saturday, I went grocery shopping, took Eme to a birthday party, went to a baptism, gave Jon a crappy haircut, spilled hot wax in the toaster, on the counter and on the mixer, TWICE. Before going to bed Saturday night, we set out the church clothes, bathed and showered and ready for scriptures when I noticed two holes in Jon's ONLY church pants. So he had to wear other pants, that, should I say, are flood worthy, to church today. I was asked if I shouldn't just sew some ruffles on the bottom of the hems. I might just to that. So this week, we will be shopping for new church pants and a new toaster and remembering to put only one chunk of wax in the Scentsy plug in. I still haven't cleaned up the wax that was spilled on the dining room floor a couple weeks ago. I'm having a love-hate relationship with that thing. Is it over? Almost.