I ironed about 15 mens shirts today. Phew! I hate ironing. I can't believe growing up we ironed t-shirts, and sheets, and maybe even underwear on top of everything else. Talk about child abuse. At least, we never had so many clothes or people living in one place. Here I take care of seven. Five of them males. Sunday shirts is what they wear to Church on Sundays. Saturday should always be my ironing day. But it rarely is. For as long as humanly possible I try to ignore my ironing board with a growing mass of white cotton on it. It's done now, and I feel liberated from ironing duty for the next couple of weeks. 

I got to talk to my Mom and my sister today. Both are doing fine. Ksenia got her driver's license. Finally! It only took her 8 years living in the States. Alright, she's been way too busy with school all this time. But we can see the light at the end of the tunnel now, she's graduating from BYU this week!

The rest of my Saturday I spent taking David to his violin lesson, taking pictures of my twins jumping on the trampoline, and taking care of Tavish. I am tired to death, so I'm going to hit the sack.