Y’all are gonna think I’ve gone loopy. (you’d be right) So, back when we were newlyweds, Gabe and I were driving home from Indiana to visit our parents in Ohio (I believe) when we ran into some construction. Super-tight quarters, sandwiched between a couple of cement walls, little orange flags sticking up all over the place.
And somehow, we started singing a song. A song we made up. And have not forgotten.
How are you doing?
It’s nice to meet you!
I like your orange flaps!
The tune is quite catchy. Totally addicting once you get started. (call me, and I’ll sing it to you. on second thought, don’t. i’m not in the mood to chat.)
And what’s my point? I’ve hit a wall tonight. Big Time. I can barely function. I feel like all of my parts weigh a hundred pounds. I’m sad. And worn out. I feel like everything is yucky. And I want to quit.
I need my Bible. And I need sleep. And I don’t need any more politics or piles or potty-training or packing of lunches.
Speaking of lunches, the girls LOVED their first day of school. Ava started the day in tears, insisting that she was NOT going to school. Not now, not ever. Prayers from Mama, a chat with Daddy, and all was well. We followed them to the bus stop (big party with all their friends). Then to their home school to make sure they got on the right transfer buses to take them to their new school. Smooth as butter. (except that everything was running about 25 minutes behind)
On the way home, Nina cried, “I wanna go Livi, Ava’s sook!” (sook = school) She was inconsolable for a bit. A little Diego calmed her down. The rest of the day was good. Until I hit the wall. But anyway.
Off I go to fix my eyes on Jesus. Love you guys!