12/06/99 over-steer.

Monica was sick every single day of last week and I was beyond busy every day. Calvin's class at church...a dinner at work, Calvin's basketball game, not to mention Christmas preparations.... it all made for a very busy week.

If the week was busy, then the weekend was a classic.
Monica started to feel better Friday night at Calvin's basketball game, and promised Calvin that his cousin P.J. could spend the night on Saturday. You guessed it, Monica's mouth was writing checks her body couldn't cash. Saturday night, Monica went into one of her "spirals of doom" It starts out in a positive way...Monica gets the late night hankerin' to clean, and rearrange furniture. She begins at 11:00pm, and at first I get sucked into the vortex. But by 2am the "good thing" has turned maniacal and compulsive, and I slink off to bed.

At dawns early light, Sunday morning 7:00am, I am awakened momentarily by Monica coming to bed, then an hour later I am truly awakened by all the children clammoring for cocoa puffs and television rights. Sure, the house got a decent cleaning... but was it worth it? Like a driver over-correcting for a skid on a slippery street, Monica spent nearly all of Sunday in bed. She finally awoke at 4:00pm ate dinner and was sound asleep by 9:30pm. The kids and I spent Sunday watching Football, playing basketball, and doing a quick tidying-up to keep the place looking good.

Monica called me today to let me know that she feels awful and the kids have trashed the house.

Dangerous curves ahead.