Monday Morning

It's 7:00am and I just crawled back in bed with my laptop. I am praying the girls sleep late this morning for their sakes. Our week is going to be crazy busy and I wonder how E will pull it all off.

The play she's in this week requires her to be at the practice/dress rehearsal/performances at least 4 hours a day. I have an hour between picking her up every evening, getting her a quick dinner and taking her to Vacation Bible School. When we chose this play for her, I didn't even think about it falling the same week as VBS. It will be interesting to see if she holds out until Sunday's last performance. One of us may end up in tears.

I felt so sorry for O yesterday. Her blankey is being repaired and she is so lonely without it. There is simply no other substitute. On Saturday afternoon, the backing was hanging on by threads and even she agreed it was time to get it fixed. Minutes after giving it to a lady at church to sew, O was crying and wanting it back. Broke my heart. We kept her distracted most of the day, but when she crawled in bed last night, she lost it. Eric had to lay with her until she fell asleep which is something she never allows. Hopefully, blankey will be back in her arms tonight after Bible School and all will be right in her world.

That's blankey in O's hand above - oh, and the girl can be eccentric in her wardrobe choices. This picture was taken Feb. 2008.

Below, blankey is in her lap. Actually, it's always with her.

I go to the doctor this morning for my foot (feet). I walk like I'm ninety years old which was really comical to my SS class yesterday. After class, a group of us we were walking slowly to the main building for service and one girl said, "Well, we should've left an hour ago". Can't you hear the love? I tell you, I cannot wait until these girls experience some of the things they find so comical about growing ... ahem ... older. I hope I'm alive and well to see them all experience that last few weeks of pregnancy when you don't feel like you can move, hot flashes, postpartum blues, extreme PMS and hormone changes and the joys of only sleeping when you are blessed enough to get your hands on a Tylen*l PM (something they find utterly absurd - why can't I sleep until 12:00 noon?). I want to say I will be their biggest encourager and cheerleader, but I'm afraid I'm just mean enough to hug them and say, "Bless your heart, I told you so - ha ha ha). And, the queen of laughter is KTB to which I have the biggest plans. When you become pregnant with your first child (which better be a loooong time from now), I will most definitely show up at the hospital with a bag of chips and a diet coke like I'm preparing to watch the movie of my life - you know just to return the favor :)

Seriously, I love my SS class. I remember being that age and thinking my boss at the time (age 30) was ancient. Oh, to even be that age again ...