It’s been a whirlwind few days. Sunday morning we joined a new church, which was a pretty big deal for us. Maybe someday I’ll write a post about it, but suffice to say that after nearly 12 years of marriage, my husband and I finally belong to the same church. Which is SUCH a relief…it’s nice to have a spiritual home again.
So it was a long morning: an hour of Sunday school, an hour of church, and a new member reception afterwards. Then I’d promised Mom that we’d come over and take her out to brunch to celebrate. But by the time we got home, I was so frazzled because the kids had been so squirrely at church (just a taste: Little Sis commandeered the microphone during the children’s sermon and proceeded to tell the entire congregation a long, rambling story that ended with her Sunday school teacher inviting the class for a sleepover. Then, about four minutes later, she toppled backwards, kicking her legs up, throwing her skirt up around her waist, and letting the entire congregation get to know her BIBLICALLY), that I had to just sit still for a while.
So by the time I’d recovered enough to deal with the kids AND Mom, it was nearly 2:00 pm. We left my husband home to disassemble our front deck with a crowbar. Which is probably worth its own post; it’s been at least 6 years coming and has been a consistent source of marital discord.
Yesterday my primary goal was to go grocery shopping. It doesn’t sound like much, but it’d been over two weeks and we needed EVERYTHING. Two and a half hours later, I came home with groceries for both us and Mom. As I’m putting things away, I got aggravated with the fact that I can’t fit anything into the pantry. So the next thing I know, I’m cleaning out the top shelf, wiping it down and putting things back where they go.
Four hours later, four of the five shelves have been cleared and tidied. There were two kitchen trash bags I’d filled, plus a big pile of stuff to go to the food pantry at our (new) church. I take a break to get Big Sis off the bus…then snacks, then dinner, then bed.
After the kids are off in bed, my husband very kindly and gently points out to me that sometimes I don’t quite finish what I start (who, me? *bats eyelashes*). So he hopes that the pile of food pantry stuff won’t occupy that spot on the kitchen floor for the next two weeks.
So with that, I’m off to bag up the food pantry stuff and load it in the car to drop off tomorrow. More later!