Just because I moved a loveseat from the basement up to the living room all by myself Friday night. Which would explain why I’m way too tired to write a proper post.
I’m not crazy. I’ll tell you what IS crazy though. I had the house ALL TO MY EVER-LOVIN’ SELF from Friday at 4:00pm to Sunday at 10:00 am. YES, YOU READ THAT CORRECTLY.
Gabe and his dad, brother and nephew had plans to head to a hotel in Cleveland Friday night so they could be there bright and early for the first day of Browns’ training camp Saturday. Gabe’s dad, Rock, is like the hugest Browns fan ever. And Tug (Gabe’s brother, who is like two degrees separated from every famous person on earth) has connections with some of the players, so they were all super-pumped about the weekend.
I was happy for them and all and didn’t give a second thought to just hanging out and having girl time. And then. AND THEN. Gabe’s mom called and asked if she “could have the girls” from Friday to Sunday. Um, yes, YES YOU MAY. And then Gabe decided to just spend the night at the cabin with everyone else Saturday night, and I headed on up after church.
As much as I love my family (which is a whole lot), 42 hours of BY MYSELF ENJOYMENT (Yes-N-No books, anyone?) was the gift of all gifts.
And I guess I must have just had a surge of adrenaline, because all of a sudden I feel like telling you all about it after all. In nutshell form of course.
So I’ve been cleaning out our house. And in one of those posts where I talk about the Hard Stuff From Cambodia, I’ll explain more about how it’s therapeutic for me, something to do while I wait to see what else God wants us to do. How I desperately want to get out of debt, how I want to be free from the tyranny of stuff, free to give and do and go and be whatever God wants from me.
The Kidney Foundation (that runs thrift stores in our area) is coming Thursday to get as much junk as I can give them, so that’s been my motivation. And I put a bunch of stuff out by the curb, and it’s all gone but one thing (including 2 broken floor lamps, 2 nasty end tables, an old car seat, a broken tv, and grimy old doll changing table from the garage and an old chair).
And I moved the loveseat from the basement to the living room. It took an act of God and I’m not even kidding. First of all, what possesses someone to attempt such a feat? Who knows? And whatever that chemical is that helps you lift a car when your friend’s foot is stuck under it? I must’ve had some of that, because you and I both know I’m no body-builder.
And the 90 seconds that I was literally PINNED between the loveseat and the door frame at 11:00pm with no one around to hear my screams? (No I didn’t scream.) I just prayed really hard and Jesus set me free. If I ever do something like that again, I’ll purchase a Medic Alert bracelet first.
So our living room is rearranged. And I’m in love. And totally re-committed to our swell blue plaid couches for as long as we both (three) shall live.
And our basement is going to be a guest room. Complete with a queen mattress and box spring on loan to us for a year from friends who are having another couple (and their 2 kiddos) move into their basement for a whole year. Very brave and very awesome.
And I have many things to say, but we have a busy week. And my cousin Kelly (from FL) and my sister Stephanie (from SC), brother-in-law Daniel (also from SC), and NIECE MIA! are coming Friday for five blissful days.
Thanks for listening. And I hope your week is just all kinds of awesome.