Feeling a bit discouraged. The dryer guy just left. He’ll be back tomorrow with the part we need to keep the dryer from making a hideous squeaking noise. For a few weeks now, I’ve started the dryer and run out of the laundry room with my hands covering my ears. There is physical pain if I don’t. It would kill a dog instantly. I’m not kidding.
This is the 3rd repairman we’ve had fix our dryer in the past year. The last one put in a new motor. With all the money we spent, we could have bought 1.5 new dryers. I thought we were being good stewards to get things fixed instead of rushing out to get something new at the first sign of trouble. I was wrong.
I just feel kind of sick to my stomach. It might have something to do with the USF Holland SEMI TRUCK that is delivering 2398 books to my house sometime today. I’m questioning the wisdom of using so much of my next book advance to buy all these books. How will I ever get rid of them? With shipping, they ended up costing $1.08 per book. I just couldn’t pass it up. But maybe I should have…
Okay, so Ava started school yesterday. Well, I sure am glad I asked you all to pray. Who knows what would have happened if you didn’t? It was bad enough as it is. I’m trying to show her some grace as she makes all these new transitions, but she seems to have adopted the attitude that she is the star of the family right now and the rules no longer apply to her. She will say what she wants, do what she wants, be as mean as she wants. I’m doing a lot of disciplining at a time when I want things to be a little more…special. And the discipline doesn’t really seem to be working. We did play “baby” for quite awhile this morning. That usually helps.
She had a meltdown at the bus stop when I tried to take a picture of her and Alex with their backpacks. Crying and all that. Poor Alex. Gabe wasn’t happy and gave her a talking-to. Not sure it helped.
The bus came, and I felt a twinge of sadness that she was getting on under such yucky circumstances. She looked so small and nervous. She did smile and wave though. We drove to school to see her get off the bus, and she seemed fine. She had a great day. And when I watched Livi and Ava get off the bus together, then saw Ava take her sister’s hand while they walked down the sidewalk…wow. I about started bawling. It was so precious. Pics to come.
Then the fighting ensued. Ava shared about her day. They fought some more. Got supper ready, packed snacks and drinks for the soccer game. Livi’s team got spanked pretty badly. Baths. Read Pippi Longstocking. Bed. Collapsed. Wrote. Really collapsed.
Our doorbell just rang. It was our neighbor boy. He’s Nina’s age, lol! Cutest little thing you’ve ever seen. In a t-shirt and a diaper. His dad came running, so he must have escaped. He’s from the Bahamas, and I can’t wait until he starts talking. I wonder if he’ll have an adorable accent like his papa or if he’ll sound all Ohioan. He just ran into the street and wiped out. Oh dear.
Okay, I need to go. There are little tears running down my cheeks, thanks to Ava. And they’re not the good kind. Please pray that God will give me the wisdom and strength to deal with her, that this will just be a short phase, and that we’ll all survive. I can’t do this on my own–not for a second. How thankful I am for a heavenly Father who is always here to help. And for friends who understand–and know that prayer is a miraculous gift.