Okay, so this might be anti-climactic, but I was telling someone the title of my new book yesterday and thought, “Have I even told the xanga girls yet?” I honestly can’t remember. So…here it is:
Changing Your World, One Diaper at a Time (subtitle to be determined)
If you already knew that, well, let’s just move on. My agent came up with it, and I love it, but it’s my third book, third huge title. One of these days, I’m doing a one-worder. Or maybe a two-worder.
So, someone was trying to call me yesterday and said my phone was busy all day. ??? Turns out our phone company (new, cheap start-up) went under. One of Gabe’s co-workers saw it on CNN. So, we have no phone (except cell phones) and haven’t heard squat from the company. Nice.
Monday’s lunch meeting went very well. Thank you for praying. All is fixed and forgiven. Lessons have been learned. No hard feelings. And I was actually honored that God used me to help some people learn what not to do next time.
Gabe went out last night to rent a movie. I was craving something sweet and needed milk anyway, so I asked him to get me some Swedish fish. The grocery store didn’t have any, and he didn’t have his cell phone, so he got me some chocolate. Good man.
So, I did something very brave and exciting last night. I called a babysitter. A real one that you pay. In the past, we’ve only used our parents or swapped with other moms or bribed Kimberly with pizza or Mexican. (heehee) And I paid my sister a couple times before she got married and moved far away. (She would’ve done it for free, but I hate to take advantage of people, and she was engaged and jobless.) A friend gave me a list of girls at church who babysit. We’ve decided that we desperately need a date night every week, no matter how much it cost. And I plan to pay them well, so they’ll come back!
I know this girl’s mom from Bible study, so I talked to the mom first. She’s a doll. I was so nervous about calling a babysitter. It’s actually easier for me to get up and talk to 50 women about sex. Seriously. Speaking of, I’m doing that Sacred Sexuality Seminar at my church on Saturday from 9-11 if anyone wants to come. I’d love your prayers too!
Livi and Ava were awake at 3:20 wanting a drink. I had a flashback to the days when I would stumble out of bed in the middle of the night and literally feel like death would be more welcome than taking another step toward a needy child. God’s way of reminding me how tough those early months are–and how un-tired I am now compared to that.
It rained and rained and rained last night. It was wonderful. Have a wet and wild Wednesday!