We had a great Mother's Day weekend. Our college boy came home on Friday night, and that was awesome! Holly and Aaron-the-son-in-law came over to visit with him for a while. Holly had to work Saturday and Sunday.
We had a quiet day here on Saturday, and we ordered Chinese food for dinner. Aaron had gone to Alabama for a family reunion, and so he wasn't going to be home until late Saturday night. Holly came over after work on Saturday, and she ate with us. She loves Chinese food! :)
Sunday was Mother's Day, and again...for the 30th year in a row...I slept through my parade.
And my breakfast in bed.
WHAT THE HECK?
We went to Sunday School (small group) and church, and it was great. On our way home from church, we got the lunch all mothers dream of: Subway.
Which, I realize lunch from Subway...eaten in our home...around our kitchen table...in our comfy clothes...pales in comparison to a fancy brunch with fresh flowers...but it was soooo my love language.
Clark and Aaron went on a long bike ride, and Jim took Joshua to the gym. And then Clark got ready to head back for his last week of school. It's his FINALS week. We jumped into two cars, and headed south. Morgan's family lives halfway between our house...and where Clark goes to school. Morgan and Logan were with her family for the weekend, but wanted to meet us for dinner before they headed back to their home...and Clark headed back to school. We called Jim's parents, and they met us for dinner, too!
It was so great to see 3 out of our 4 kids on Mother's Day.
But, today, my heart is with a 4 year old boy, waiting in a foster home...and with the mom (and dad) who long to bring him "home," and make him a permanent part of their family. Hang on, little guy. My heart is with the ones who are celebrating Mother's Day without their moms...and with the ones who don't have a baby in their arms this year...and with the ones who are just enduring Mother's Day because they've experienced great loss. I'm so sorry. I am thinking of the ones who invested in me, and the ones I've poured life into...who aren't here with me today. I am praying for you. I think we should celebrate all the women in our lives who fulfill the role of a "mother." She might be your mother, or your mother-in-law. She might be your grandmother, aunt, or cousin. She might be your friend's mom. She might be your sister. She might be a foster mom, or an adoptive mom. She might be a neighbor, or a teacher. She might be one of your friends. So many women have stood in the gap for me over the years: the ones who rocked my babies in the church nursery so that I could attend church; the friends who shared carpool; the ones who made dinner for us each week, and after each baby; who taught my kids when they were at school; who loved on them when they were scared and I wasn't there; the ones who taught them in children's choir, Sunday School, and AWANA; the ones who taught ME how to be a mom; the ones who dropped everything in an emergency...to come take care of my kids; the ones who have surrounded my family in prayer. These are the moms I was thinking of on Mother's Day.
Annnnd...now it's Monday. Yesterday, I told Clark that it was okay for him to finish up the rest of the milk, because I planned on going to the store after we got in from dinner.
And then I promptly forgot all about it.
Until this morning.
An extra bonus? We're also out of orange juice.
I am NEVER out of milk...and I am NEVER out of OJ. So, I think the fact that we are out of both says something about the state of my life at this time.
It might say that some changes with Jim's job have gotten me all verklempt. It's all good. Or it might say that we are less than 5 weeks away from meeting our grand-boy. EEEK! It might say that Holly and Aaron are selling their current house and moving into a new house...and that we are going to try to get their current house all packed up...and help them move into the new house...and get the nursery all set up BEFORE the baby makes his grand entrance. NBD, right? It also might say that Logan is currently finishing up his 2nd semester of Occupational Therapy school...and how overwhelmed I am at the provision of God...how He orchestrated the events in Logan's life to make this happen. Or, it might say that Clark is finishing up his freshman year of college, taking his finals this week...and then leaving on Monday for 2 1/2 weeks in Eastern Asia on a mission trip...and how this mommy is going to just DIE when he gets on that plane.
But, no...really.
Last week, I posted a screen-shot of a text between me and Jim. He was asking me about getting an international texting package for Clark...for while he's gone. And then he asked if I planned on going to the airport when Clark leaves.
Right?
It's like he doesn't know me at ALL, and we've been married nearly 36 years!
I said, "are you new here? I plan on getting on the plane with him."
Not.even.kidding.
"He will not let you stumble; the One who watches over you will not slumber...the LORD Himself watches over you! The LORD stands beside you as your protective shade." Psalm 121: 3.5
...finding joy in the UPside of DOWN...
Monday, May 9, 2016
Friday, May 6, 2016
God Is Always At Work Around You
So, the other day, I was rolling down the road, minding my own business, when the light turned red...so I stopped. And then I felt a "bump" from the rear of my vehicle. I thought, "ohhhhh nooooo."
I had just been thinking that it has been about a year since my Honda Pilot was slammed from behind on I-40. Scariest experience I've had in a WHILE, because Joshua was with me...and because my vehicle was significantly damaged in that accident. And, I had been thinking how I have pretty much gotten over the anxiety from that day. Almost. It has taken a WHILE.
Anyway, I pulled off the road, and the car behind me did the same. I got out of my car, and went to check out the damage. The driver of the car behind me got out, too...and headed my way. He was a BIG guy, and looked to be about the age of my middle son, Logan. And I'll just confess it right here...I made a judgment on him based on his age, and on the look of his car. I thought, "hereeeeee we go." Because, in this day and time, it doesn't matter if we are red, brown, yellow, black or white. Yes, we are "precious in His sight," but nothing is ever OUR FAULT.
Am I right?
Well, the guy came over, and first thing said, "I'm so sorry." I used my firmest voice and asked, "what happened here, son?" He said, "I don't know. I'm so sorry, ma'am. I'm just going through a lot right now."
I thought, "yeah, me, too...how much time ya got?"
I could see inside his car. It was crammed FULL of clothes...hampers of clothes, clothes on hangers, clothes stacked on the seat. The guy was wearing an Arkansas Tech t-shirt, but he had a University of Central Arkansas tag on his dashboard. I said, "are you moving?"
Big tears welled up in his eyes, and he said, "me and my fiance just broke up." I said, "I'm so sorry...are you okay?" He said, "well, I'm alive. That's about all I can say."
I stood there and looked at him for a minute, and I shot up one of those "arrow prayers" Ken Shaddox, our former pastor, preached about many years ago. He said that if we started each day with prayer, and maintained a spirit of conversation and prayer with God all day...there would be times when, because we had established that relationship with God already...and because we had been talking with Him already...we could shoot up those quick prayers.
So I prayed, "God, tell me what to say."
Our lesson in small group last week was on obedience...and how Philip did what God's Spirit told him to do (Acts 8) (see, I DO listen in class, JIM).
I took a big breath, and said, "well, we can't always see all the ways God is working for our good. Do you believe that?" He said, "yes, ma'am...I trust Him." And then, I briefly shared my story of God's faithfulness in times when things have happened that I still don't understand.
I believe that God either ordains everything that happens to us, or He allows it. The Bible says that God comforts us in our trials, so that we are able to comfort others in theirs (2 Corinthians 1:4).
Part of what I told this guy, was that we can't control other people...what they say or do, the choices they make. And that our friends, even our families, may turn away from us and leave us...but God will NEVER leave us or forsake us (Hebrews 13:5).
At this point, he had tears streaming down his face, and he was just trying to hold it together. And so was I. And, I don't know, my mommy's heart just ached for him. I walked over and gave him a big hug...this guy who just hit my car.
As we stood there, I was very aware that everyone driving by was starting at us. It was a busy road, and there was a lot of traffic. I'm sure we were quite the sight: me, a short, brown-haired, Lee Ann Touhy lookin' lady...and a him, a big, ol' Michael Oher (like a paddle in a boat) lookin' guy, hugging...and crying, on the side of the road.
We talked for a little bit longer. When we were done, he told me how much he needed to hear the words I had shared...and that he felt better.
Let me be very clear: this was ALL GOD, and not me. I wouldn't typically have a long conversation with a man I don't know. And I for SURE wouldn't hug him! I'm very aware of "stranger danger." I am always mentally assessing the potential danger in every situation (I raised 3 boys...I always know where the exits are, where the sharp/glass objects are in any room, if I'm going to be able to run in the shoes I'm wearing, or if I need to formulate a different plan. I may not look like it on the outside, but on the inside, I am part Jason Bourne. I had to be. Because: BOYS).
I am thankful that, today, I was obedient, because many times...I am not.
Jim is always telling our small group that we just need to tell our stories...how we were (in sin), how we saw our need for Jesus...and how our lives are different because of Him. We make it a lot harder than it has to be. Most people aren't trying to trip you up, and they won't care that you got confused or went out-of-order when you presented the "Roman Road to Salvation." They just want someone to listen, and someone to care. And, if we tell what God has done for US? Well, they can't really argue with that, because it's OUR STORY.
This guy was a Christian, but Christians are not immune to the trials of life. And, in those times, don't we all just want to hear some words of encouragement?
Anyway, I hope my husband doesn't find any damage on my vehicle. I looked...I didn't see anything, so I let the guy go. Because: JESUS AND GOD.
But, don't worry...I got his name. It was Cody. Or Carl. I don't know...it was some name that started with a "C."
I think.
"All praise to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. God is our merciful Father and the source of all comfort. He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us."
I had just been thinking that it has been about a year since my Honda Pilot was slammed from behind on I-40. Scariest experience I've had in a WHILE, because Joshua was with me...and because my vehicle was significantly damaged in that accident. And, I had been thinking how I have pretty much gotten over the anxiety from that day. Almost. It has taken a WHILE.
Anyway, I pulled off the road, and the car behind me did the same. I got out of my car, and went to check out the damage. The driver of the car behind me got out, too...and headed my way. He was a BIG guy, and looked to be about the age of my middle son, Logan. And I'll just confess it right here...I made a judgment on him based on his age, and on the look of his car. I thought, "hereeeeee we go." Because, in this day and time, it doesn't matter if we are red, brown, yellow, black or white. Yes, we are "precious in His sight," but nothing is ever OUR FAULT.
Am I right?
Well, the guy came over, and first thing said, "I'm so sorry." I used my firmest voice and asked, "what happened here, son?" He said, "I don't know. I'm so sorry, ma'am. I'm just going through a lot right now."
I thought, "yeah, me, too...how much time ya got?"
I could see inside his car. It was crammed FULL of clothes...hampers of clothes, clothes on hangers, clothes stacked on the seat. The guy was wearing an Arkansas Tech t-shirt, but he had a University of Central Arkansas tag on his dashboard. I said, "are you moving?"
Big tears welled up in his eyes, and he said, "me and my fiance just broke up." I said, "I'm so sorry...are you okay?" He said, "well, I'm alive. That's about all I can say."
I stood there and looked at him for a minute, and I shot up one of those "arrow prayers" Ken Shaddox, our former pastor, preached about many years ago. He said that if we started each day with prayer, and maintained a spirit of conversation and prayer with God all day...there would be times when, because we had established that relationship with God already...and because we had been talking with Him already...we could shoot up those quick prayers.
So I prayed, "God, tell me what to say."
Our lesson in small group last week was on obedience...and how Philip did what God's Spirit told him to do (Acts 8) (see, I DO listen in class, JIM).
I took a big breath, and said, "well, we can't always see all the ways God is working for our good. Do you believe that?" He said, "yes, ma'am...I trust Him." And then, I briefly shared my story of God's faithfulness in times when things have happened that I still don't understand.
I believe that God either ordains everything that happens to us, or He allows it. The Bible says that God comforts us in our trials, so that we are able to comfort others in theirs (2 Corinthians 1:4).
Part of what I told this guy, was that we can't control other people...what they say or do, the choices they make. And that our friends, even our families, may turn away from us and leave us...but God will NEVER leave us or forsake us (Hebrews 13:5).
At this point, he had tears streaming down his face, and he was just trying to hold it together. And so was I. And, I don't know, my mommy's heart just ached for him. I walked over and gave him a big hug...this guy who just hit my car.
As we stood there, I was very aware that everyone driving by was starting at us. It was a busy road, and there was a lot of traffic. I'm sure we were quite the sight: me, a short, brown-haired, Lee Ann Touhy lookin' lady...and a him, a big, ol' Michael Oher (like a paddle in a boat) lookin' guy, hugging...and crying, on the side of the road.
We talked for a little bit longer. When we were done, he told me how much he needed to hear the words I had shared...and that he felt better.
Let me be very clear: this was ALL GOD, and not me. I wouldn't typically have a long conversation with a man I don't know. And I for SURE wouldn't hug him! I'm very aware of "stranger danger." I am always mentally assessing the potential danger in every situation (I raised 3 boys...I always know where the exits are, where the sharp/glass objects are in any room, if I'm going to be able to run in the shoes I'm wearing, or if I need to formulate a different plan. I may not look like it on the outside, but on the inside, I am part Jason Bourne. I had to be. Because: BOYS).
I am thankful that, today, I was obedient, because many times...I am not.
Jim is always telling our small group that we just need to tell our stories...how we were (in sin), how we saw our need for Jesus...and how our lives are different because of Him. We make it a lot harder than it has to be. Most people aren't trying to trip you up, and they won't care that you got confused or went out-of-order when you presented the "Roman Road to Salvation." They just want someone to listen, and someone to care. And, if we tell what God has done for US? Well, they can't really argue with that, because it's OUR STORY.
This guy was a Christian, but Christians are not immune to the trials of life. And, in those times, don't we all just want to hear some words of encouragement?
Anyway, I hope my husband doesn't find any damage on my vehicle. I looked...I didn't see anything, so I let the guy go. Because: JESUS AND GOD.
But, don't worry...I got his name. It was Cody. Or Carl. I don't know...it was some name that started with a "C."
I think.
"All praise to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. God is our merciful Father and the source of all comfort. He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us."
Wednesday, May 4, 2016
Where Am I? Night With the In-Laws
We've had a good week so far, but I feel like it's Friday. It SHOULD be Friday.
But, it's Wednesday.
WHAAAAT?
On Tuesday, Jim had a meeting in the town where his parents live, and he wanted Joshua and I to come down there after Therapeutic Recreation...and spend the night at the Lakehouse with him. And them.
Or, as they say around here, with "Jim 'n' nem."
Which, I don't really mind going down there...I love my in-laws. But in the middle of the week? With my routine-loving son? It just about did me in.
"I didn't now we were doing THIS tonight."
"I hope I have enough hankies."
"I didn't bring my phone charger...dahn-it."
"I hope Maggie will be okay without us tonight."
"Did you tell Holly we were going? Want me to?
"I wonder what I will take for lunch tomorrow?"
"Did you bring any cake?"
"Did you bring my drink?"
"I didn't bring my Bible or my notebooks or my quiet time stuff...but I can pray anywhere."
You get the idea.
Jim bribed me sweetened the offer by telling me that we could drive to Clark's college, and meet him for dinner.
OKAY!
So, I picked up Joshua from TR, and we headed down there. It's 1 1/2 hours from our house to Jim's parent's house...but it's just about 55 minutes from the TR Center to their house. Joshua talked the ENtire way. NON.STOP.
We got there, and then all jumped in the "handy van" to go see Clark. Jim's parents have this van...and it is so nasty.
No, really.
It is so gross.
As soon as we opened the door, a smell came out that almost made me lose my cookies. I didn't say anything at first. But then JOSHUA gets in and goes, "WHAT REEKS?"
There's your sign.
I sat in the way-back, which is a treat in and of itself. I don't know who sat back there the last time...but there was a child-sized drink from the Olive Garden...and the entire inside of the cup was black with mold...and what was left of the drink at the bottom of the cup? IT WAS IN CHUNKS.
GREEN CHUNKS.
And I had to ride in the way-back with that little science experiment.
There was so much trash on the floor of the van...you couldn't even see the floor. I'm not even kidding. I discretely got my phone out to take a picture...just so I could, ya know, show our friends and family, and JIM...but before I could take a picture, my mother-in-law took her right foot...and she started shoving the stuff on the floor up under the console between the two front seats. And then? She threw a pillow on top of it.
Because that makes it all okay?
WE ALL STILL KNOW IT'S THERE.
AND IT'S ALL UNDER A PILLOW.
And there's a pillow...in the handy-van...ON THE FLOOR.
Jim drove, and his dad sat in the passenger seat. Jim's mom and Joshua sat in the middle seats...and I sat in the back. Everything Jim's mom would say, Jim's dad would say something very similar...only about 5 minutes later. He can't hear, but it's like he either saw what she saw...the thing that made her comment in the first place...or he kinda heard part of what she was saying, and then made his own comment based on that.
Like stereo.
Old people stereo.
She would say something. Five minutes later, he would basically say the same thing...and then she would inform him that she had just said that. But he wouldn't hear her, so she would repeat it louder and LOUDER until he DID hear her.
Jim and I would make eye-contact in the rear-view mirror, and we would both roll our eyes.
We met Clark at a restaurant for dinner. My father-in-law can't hear, and he talks REAL LOUD. Oh, my...it was a treat. Lest you think I'm exaggerating, I'll just let you know that every person in the restaurant was craning to to stare at the family at the back table.
We were the family at the back table.
I know you probably think I'm terrible, talking bad about my father-in-law...but he's a stinker. He goes to "exercise" 3 days a week as part of his physical therapy. They always check his vitals before he starts, and if something is "off," they will tell him he can't exercise that day. Or they will tell him he can only do certain things.
Well, my father-in-law is pretty head-strong. He's gonna do what he wants to do. He's got them convinced that he can't hear at all. He told us, he actually told us, that when they start talking to him about stuff he doesn't want to hear...he will start talking about something that has nothing to do with the conversation.
Like, they will be talking to him about his blood pressure...and he will start telling some fish tale story about growing up in "Looo-zana," and his adventures as a boy...and then he will just walk off, and do what he wanted to do in the first place.
He said that, on Monday, he did that...and walked off...and one of the other old men working out there, turned to the employee and yelled, "HE CAN'T HEAR."
Bahahahahahahaha!
We had a great visit with Clark. He told me that he got the package I sent him...the big hunk of left-over cake from the baby shower. He called it "manna from Heaven." This morning, I saw where he had sent me a picture text at 12:30 IN THE MORNING. It was a picture of him eating a big bite of that cake.
GO TO SLEEP, SON.
Jim and I had a hard time sleeping last night. He said he drank too much tea, and was all hyped up. Joshua slept like a baby, but Jim and I were up at 3 a.m. Jim woke up because he couldn't sleep. And I woke up because Jim woke up...and then when I woke up, I looked around and thought, "WHERE AM I?"
And it's now almost 11 o'clock at night. You do the math, but it equals CRANKY.
I am excited to sleep in our own bed tonight! :)
"I can never escape from your Spirit! I can never get away from your presence!" Psalm 139:7
Monday, May 2, 2016
A Forgotten Charger and Reading Through the Bible
Well, nothing earth-shattering went on today...AND I kept on all my clothes.
So there's that.
Jim left for work very early this morning...and even tho I wanted to stay in bed until a decent hour, I got up and started my Monday with the making-of-the-muffins.
This earned me a big, ol' smile from my 30 year old Downsy son!
It's the little things.
And then, because of a forgotten laptop charger, we got to make a trip to the halfway point...to meet Logan for lunch. HAPPY MOM!
Logan and Morgan came "home" this weekend. They got in late Friday night/early Saturday morning...and were heading back to their home less than 20 hours later. So it's no wonder they left a few items here. The main thing, tho, was the computer cord thingy. Logan's final exams in his O/T program start this week, and he's got notes and things like that on his laptop.
I was going to over-night all of it, but then I thought, "I can drive an hour to the half-way point...and meet Logan for lunch...and it would be quicker, and just about as cheap. PLUS, I would get to see him again."
Winner, winner, chicken dinner!
Joshua really enjoyed seeing Logan today, but he kept saying, "uhhh usually our Mondays are quiet...but today we drove to see Logan." He probably said this a million times.
I kept reminding him that it was still a "quiet Monday" We were just running an extra-long errand. I was THINKING IN MY HEAD, "well, you could be QUIET in the CAR..." because he talked.non.stop.the.entire.way. About houses and cars and goats and cows and horses and dogs and babies and road construction and how his Sunday School lesson was on obedience and how Phillip helped the man from Ethiopia understand what he was reading and how he doesn't always understand everything he reads in the Bible, either...and church and tacos and fences and the weather and Jesus and God and mission trips and witnessing to others and how he is reading the Bible through and he is in the book of 2 Kings.
That last part slays me.
Because, I mean...seriously?
My 30 year old son...who happens to have Down Syndrome...who is considered by many to be "intellectually challenged," "disabled," "developmentally delayed," "handicapped," "limited..." is READING THROUGH THE BIBLE...ON HIS OWN.
I mean, I had no idea.
How is he my son? I love him so.
After we got home, I packaged up that last hunk of left-over baby shower cake, went to the post office, and mailed that bad boy. I cannot have it in this house! It's sooooooooooo good!
And then we went over and picked up Holly. We went to a furniture store to look around, and then I dropped her off at her house. Her crib bedding came in today, and she was beyond excited! It's slowly coming together! Now if they can just sell their house, and get moved into their new one...before the baby comes...that will be the icing on the cake!
Oops! I said, "cake."
NO CAKE FOR ME.
"In my heart I store up Your words, so I might not sin against You." Psalm 119:11
So there's that.
Jim left for work very early this morning...and even tho I wanted to stay in bed until a decent hour, I got up and started my Monday with the making-of-the-muffins.
This earned me a big, ol' smile from my 30 year old Downsy son!
It's the little things.
And then, because of a forgotten laptop charger, we got to make a trip to the halfway point...to meet Logan for lunch. HAPPY MOM!
Logan and Morgan came "home" this weekend. They got in late Friday night/early Saturday morning...and were heading back to their home less than 20 hours later. So it's no wonder they left a few items here. The main thing, tho, was the computer cord thingy. Logan's final exams in his O/T program start this week, and he's got notes and things like that on his laptop.
I was going to over-night all of it, but then I thought, "I can drive an hour to the half-way point...and meet Logan for lunch...and it would be quicker, and just about as cheap. PLUS, I would get to see him again."
Winner, winner, chicken dinner!
Joshua really enjoyed seeing Logan today, but he kept saying, "uhhh usually our Mondays are quiet...but today we drove to see Logan." He probably said this a million times.
I kept reminding him that it was still a "quiet Monday" We were just running an extra-long errand. I was THINKING IN MY HEAD, "well, you could be QUIET in the CAR..." because he talked.non.stop.the.entire.way. About houses and cars and goats and cows and horses and dogs and babies and road construction and how his Sunday School lesson was on obedience and how Phillip helped the man from Ethiopia understand what he was reading and how he doesn't always understand everything he reads in the Bible, either...and church and tacos and fences and the weather and Jesus and God and mission trips and witnessing to others and how he is reading the Bible through and he is in the book of 2 Kings.
That last part slays me.
Because, I mean...seriously?
My 30 year old son...who happens to have Down Syndrome...who is considered by many to be "intellectually challenged," "disabled," "developmentally delayed," "handicapped," "limited..." is READING THROUGH THE BIBLE...ON HIS OWN.
I mean, I had no idea.
How is he my son? I love him so.
After we got home, I packaged up that last hunk of left-over baby shower cake, went to the post office, and mailed that bad boy. I cannot have it in this house! It's sooooooooooo good!
And then we went over and picked up Holly. We went to a furniture store to look around, and then I dropped her off at her house. Her crib bedding came in today, and she was beyond excited! It's slowly coming together! Now if they can just sell their house, and get moved into their new one...before the baby comes...that will be the icing on the cake!
Oops! I said, "cake."
NO CAKE FOR ME.
"In my heart I store up Your words, so I might not sin against You." Psalm 119:11
Sunday, May 1, 2016
Sunday: Cake and SPANX
We've had a great Sunday...I hope you have, too!
We went to SS and church. We missed last week because we were out-of-town (see this post on the GALA we attended and how I ended up sleeping in my clothes!), so it was good to be back where we belong. :)
We came home after, and ate some of the re-runs (what Joshua calls left-overs) from the night before. Jim took Joshua to the gym, and I did laundry.
After Jim got home, he mowed our backyard, and then we went up to his office. He is moving to a different office, so we loaded up some of the stuff that he's taking with him. We ran by the grocery, and I ran in for a few things...and then we picked up dinner and brought it home to eat.
Amen and Amen.
Now I'm just waiting for bedtime...because, if you read my post from yesterday, our college boy was driving back to school from NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE. In the middle of the night.
In the literal middle-of-the-night.
I did not sleep well, and so every time I even kind of woke up...I checked my phone. He finally texted me that he had made it back to school...at 5:20 a.m. Twenty-four hours almost to the minute from the time he left the morning before.
I figured he would sleep all day, but he texted me several hours later, and said he was at church with his roommate.
Yes, it's been a good day, but I've kind of felt like a zombie. I don't need a lot of sleep, but I do better if I can get it in concentrated chunks of time. When I'm tired, I don't make the wisest choices of what I say or do, or what I eat. Kinda like when I take Benadryl.
ANYWAY, this might explain why, after my semi-nutritious breakfast this morning...I ate a piece of cake. And I'm using the word, "piece," verrrry loosely.
Holly's friends sent us home with the whole bottom layer of the cake from the shower. It's in the bottom of a big, deep box. I cut a big chunk, and gave it to Holly and Aaron-the-son-in-law. I cut a big chunk to send home with Logan and Morgan. And I cut a big chunk to mail to my college boy.
But that left a big chunk down in the bottom of the big, deep box...and this morning? After my breakfast...and before we left for church? I stuck a fork down in that big, deep box, pulled out big hunks of cake...and ate them like an animal.
Oh yes, I did.
Sorry not sorry.
But it might explain why, after I got to our small group class, I excused myself and went to the ladies' room and took off my SPANX. They just didn't feel right. I'm sure it had nothing to do with the cake. I stuffed those bad boys down in my purse...and went back to class like nothing had happened.
And no one was the wiser.
Let's just keep this between us.
And let's pray I get a good night's sleep tonight!
"You can go to bed without fear; you will lie down and sleep soundly." Proverbs 3:24
We went to SS and church. We missed last week because we were out-of-town (see this post on the GALA we attended and how I ended up sleeping in my clothes!), so it was good to be back where we belong. :)
We came home after, and ate some of the re-runs (what Joshua calls left-overs) from the night before. Jim took Joshua to the gym, and I did laundry.
After Jim got home, he mowed our backyard, and then we went up to his office. He is moving to a different office, so we loaded up some of the stuff that he's taking with him. We ran by the grocery, and I ran in for a few things...and then we picked up dinner and brought it home to eat.
Amen and Amen.
Now I'm just waiting for bedtime...because, if you read my post from yesterday, our college boy was driving back to school from NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE. In the middle of the night.
In the literal middle-of-the-night.
I did not sleep well, and so every time I even kind of woke up...I checked my phone. He finally texted me that he had made it back to school...at 5:20 a.m. Twenty-four hours almost to the minute from the time he left the morning before.
I figured he would sleep all day, but he texted me several hours later, and said he was at church with his roommate.
Yes, it's been a good day, but I've kind of felt like a zombie. I don't need a lot of sleep, but I do better if I can get it in concentrated chunks of time. When I'm tired, I don't make the wisest choices of what I say or do, or what I eat. Kinda like when I take Benadryl.
ANYWAY, this might explain why, after my semi-nutritious breakfast this morning...I ate a piece of cake. And I'm using the word, "piece," verrrry loosely.
Holly's friends sent us home with the whole bottom layer of the cake from the shower. It's in the bottom of a big, deep box. I cut a big chunk, and gave it to Holly and Aaron-the-son-in-law. I cut a big chunk to send home with Logan and Morgan. And I cut a big chunk to mail to my college boy.
But that left a big chunk down in the bottom of the big, deep box...and this morning? After my breakfast...and before we left for church? I stuck a fork down in that big, deep box, pulled out big hunks of cake...and ate them like an animal.
Oh yes, I did.
Sorry not sorry.
But it might explain why, after I got to our small group class, I excused myself and went to the ladies' room and took off my SPANX. They just didn't feel right. I'm sure it had nothing to do with the cake. I stuffed those bad boys down in my purse...and went back to class like nothing had happened.
And no one was the wiser.
Let's just keep this between us.
And let's pray I get a good night's sleep tonight!
"You can go to bed without fear; you will lie down and sleep soundly." Proverbs 3:24
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