What day is it?

Is it Thursday?

After two weeks of back and forth from Newnan to Marietta and all the stuff in between, I've totally lost track of time. I don't even know what the date is today, and that is the 100% truth. Two weeks has flown by, and I really don't know what I've done in the last 14 days.

Well, I went to my mom's funeral. I packed up a lot of garbage at my parent's house. I took a day off and went to the pool with my girls. Jim came home and left again. We've eaten a lot of casseroles (GLADLY -- so many have been SO generous). I spent one evening with old friends in Newnan. Kate starting saying 'ball' and 'ma ma' . . . Meg starting saying, "No!" to simple requests more often than I'd like. Life has just gone on. It has not stopped.

In the midst of all of it . . . of living one day at a time, literally . . . I've lost track of what day it is. But I know today is Thursday. Tomorrow means Friday and back home to Marietta; Sunday will bring us back to Newnan. Then back home Monday. Hopefully, that will be the end of the back-and-forth . . . but the idea of leaving my dad all alone for more than a few nights is still very hard for me.

Okay, so it's Thursday. That means I should do 'Favorite Photo Friday' tomorrow, I suppose . . .