I am sitting on a leather chair in my Aeropostale sweats, my laptop on my knees.
This morning, the four of us woke up around 8am and went running. Tim pushed the girls in the double jogger. I ran alongside. We talked about our worries in between breaths (yes, worries…we have them).
When we got back, the girls ate cheerios and I ate a banana. We colored, while Tim made phone calls on 5th wheels, t-shirts, and giving projects. I packed up the girls and we went to Sunflower Market. I bought ingredients for crock pot fajitas, a pineapple for 99 cents, strawberry licorice, and pears. I also looked at all of the ice creams. I always thought that blue bell was the natural ice cream choice…but I read the label and it has HFCS (ugh). Did you know that most ice creams do?
We ate a rotisserie chicken and parmesan bread for lunch. I put our 20-month-old down for a nap (I used to rock her, but now she just wants me to lay down beside her and sing songs until she drifts off…I don’t mind).
Tim took our 4-year-old to the craft store. I replied to e-mails in my overflowing inbox.
At 4pm, we went to a friend’s birthday party. We ate pizza and cupcakes with chocolate frosting.
Now it is 10:24pm and I have a lot of words in my head. Words about homeschooling, money, marriage, and mothering.
But tonight is not the night for them. Tonight is a night for catching up…but, more importantly, for prayer.
What brand of ice cream do you buy (and why)?