I did it again. Again. Got myself in over my head, pleaded with God to help me get everything done, then fretted and doubted that He could/would actually do anything about my predicament. Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb. (not to mention sinful, selfish, etc.) I had already mentally sacrificed my Sabbath. (no time to rest on Sunday with a big deadline Monday!) and promised to tack on a few extra Lent days after Easter instead of giving up so much of my “precious” time right now when I have “soooooo much to do.”

Anyway, long story short, due to some delays on MGH’s part, my stuff isn’t due Monday any more. Sweet! My pregnancy book is still due a week from today, but I’m confident I’ll have it ready to go by then.

A conversation between two sisters “cleaning” their room on Wednesday afternoon:
Ava: What’s Ash Wednesday?
Livi: I’m not even going to try to explain it. (2-second pause) Ash Wednesday is the day you start not eating chocolate for, like, 40 days or something.
Ava: Mommy?
(no answer from Mommy, who is stifling her laughter in the other room)
Ava: Mommy! I can’t eat chocolate!?!?!

My friend Cami and her three little ones are headed to our house here in a bit for chicken tacos and conversation. Gabe is meeting his soldier-friend (in Ohio for a 2-week break from Baghdad). Gabe’s treating him to steak. (his sneaky way of getting to eat out) No, actually, we went to Johnny Buccelli’s last night for supper. Both Gabe and I were whipped from all the chaos of our work day. Too bad that Nina’s restaurant behavior has a way of making a chaotic day nearly unbearable. We went to Target and JB’s, and when we got home, I was ready for bed. Looked at the clock. 6:05. Are you kidding me?!?!

I’m in a very, very good mood. Overwhelmed, but giddily so. Excited about many things. Someone at HH has already seen an advance copy of Diapers, read the first chapter, and was greatly encouraged. That encourages me. I’m loving the Lenten devotional one of our pastors put together for everyone in the church. Wow–great stuff. I’ve had some inner turmoil lately about so many things, trying to figure it all out. I hear God saying, “Fix your eyes on Jesus, the Author and Perfecter of your faith…” I can do that.

Oodles to say, but I’ve got lettuce and tomatoes to chop, among other things. Have a wonderful weekend!

10 thoughts on “whew!

  1. amber_nicole86

    I know you’re super busy, so maybe you didn’t have time to reply, but did you happen to get my msg. on facebook asking about self-employment taxes? I know this,too, is a strange place to be bringing it up, but I just remembered and didn’t want to forget! 🙂


  2. Marketer319

    I’ve always loved the Author and Perfecter verse. I used to wonder at the choice of those two words – didn’t seem to fit together. Then I realized that’s just how I write – create something on a blank page and then go back and polish it later. Beginning and the End.

  3. tonialynn59

    I loved the conversation between the girls.  I used to dread my girls cleaning their room together.  Trust me there was never any cute conversations.  Amber, the anal, everythingintherightspot kid and Hayley the wherever, whatever, what is organized mean anyway? kid!  It was never fun.  And Amber has a temper so I was sure Hayley would never live to be much older than say 8?  I have no babies or children to raise but I can’t wait to read your book.  I really can’t!!

  4. gsowell

    Cracked up at the Ash Wednesday conversation.

    Yay for God arranging you an extension.

    How in the world did you eat out, go shopping, get home and it was only 6:05? Did you eat at 3:30?

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