he pollen here is horrible.

I have never ever been prone to suffer allergies, until now.

Oh. My. Goodness.

I have coughed my head off during the days and even worse at night.

One day last week, I had to run into the grocery store bathroom due to a coughing spell that would not end. It was loud, oh so loud.

Today I had my second tennis lesson.

Tennis is hard.

I didn’t grow up playing tennis, so it’s not something I just hop back on, like a bicycle.

At my age, learning a new sport is NOT EASY.

My daughter decided she wanted to learn to play, so I signed her up for lessons.

Since you need someone else to play with in tennis, I decided to take lessons as well. I wanted her to have someone to play with and practice with.

My first lesson was rough.

It was Sunday afternoon.

We had enjoyed a full day of church and lunch.

I began to straighten up the house, fold loads of laundry, and get the house back in order from the weekend.

My college boy, Joseph, called and said, “Umm, Mom? Could I bring home some laundry for you to help me do? I’ve gotten a little behind.”

Me: (almost squealing) “Sure!! So, you are coming home now? Like, right now?”

Joseph: “Yes, if that’s ok.”

The smile didn’t leave my face the rest of the day. I was so happy to see him, even if I had to do his laundry.