Whew!

I'm feeling a little guilty and completely drained. Scott and I just had our fantasy football draft. I am clueless when it comes to fantasy football. I understand the how the game is played, but I don't know names of players and depth charts. So I rely on cheat sheets - which are the greatest thing since sliced bread. Drafting is stressful because you only have 3 minutes to pick a player and make sure that he isn't injured. This may seem like a long time, but to a novice like me, it takes me a long time to research the players online. Whatever, it left me worn out. I'm not used to making so many decisions under pressure in such a short time span.

Anyway, during the draft, we had to feed the kids and put them to bed. This is where the guilt comes in. We let them watch WAY too much TV tonight so we could draft. At least we don't let them do it every night.

We took it pretty easy this weekend. Daddy had to catch up on sleep and the kids wanted a lot of Daddy-time. So we hung out at the house. Daddy created a fort for the kids in the garage. (Who says you should get rid of all those moving boxes?) The kids took a huge bubble bath, and Payton lined her animals up for a parade.