"Where you die, I will die" & a Smattering of Other Stuff

"Where you die, I will die."

As I was driving my girls home from AWANA's tonight, I heard Big Girl say this to Little Girl. There's just nothing quite like a 5-year-old with such a keen sense of her own mortality. Turns out they studied Ruth and Naomi for their bible story tonight, and she said this to her sister as something she thought would be a nice thing to say. Sisterly love. That's always sweet to hear.

Yesterday was a rough day. I was in a sort of funk, still digesting all that had gone on with Little Girl this past weekend, and dealing with her in a way that would elicit affirmative responses and squelch rebellion without me losing my mind. The two of us went grocery shopping, and she was really quite good at the store. As we left, she wanted to walk across the parking lot without holding my hand. I made her come back and start over, holding my hand. That went better than it would have last week. I think she's really making some good progress, and so am I.

Then yesterday afternoon, about 4, I finally was stricken with whatever it was that the girls had the week before. I tossed my cookies (actually it was grapes), and felt just completely awful for the rest of the day. Why is it that these things seem to happen when Hubby is out of town? My sweet friend let my girls dine with her family so I didn't have to look at or think about food.

Thank the Lord that today I am much improved. No sick feeling, and I found my appetite. It's not quite 100%, but then I could probably afford a lessened appetite!

Today was my day "off", so I sent Little Girl off with my swap partner (I'll get her 3-year-old next week), and I went to my mom & dad's house to use the sewing machine. Today was the first day I got to work on my drapes! I put in 5 hours, and so far I'm pretty sure I haven't done anything to mess them up fatally! (When you cut on fabric worth that much money, it's pretty nerve-wracking!) I hope I can finish them in one more work-day, and then put up the hardware, then measure for the hem and then get the whole project done, and have some COLOR in my living room!

Then I can go on to the next project. Believe me, this project thing with me never stops. It really keeps me going, makes me tick. When I'm in a project (one that's going well, anyway) it improves my entire outlook.

Tomorrow I have an exterminator coming. Don't you just love the exterminator? Saturday we found two roaches, one dead, and one alive caught in the rug by the front door and quickly killed with the fly swatter. It was enough motivation for us to make that phone call. And Saturday we thought we had a dead rodent in the wall somewhere near/in the pantry. There was a smell. You know that smell, right? It was horrible! Luckily, late Saturday night, I tracked the smell to some potatoes I had forgotten about in the rack on the inside of the pantry door. We had been looking in the pantry itself, and had neglected to check the door for the offender. What a relief! No rodents!

Right now the song in my head is the one our "choir" is singing on Sunday morning, "Burdens Rolled Away." I "sarcasterized" the word choir because our church choir isn't really what you're probably thinking of as a church choir. We only do our thang once a month at the most, and the only practices requared are the two Wednesday nights leading up to the Sunday we sang. It's a good example of the laid back nature of our church in general. It's refreshingly free. For someone like me who thrives on musical perfection, it can be a bit frustrating, but I understand that it has it's place. There's a love in that room when we're assembled together, singing praises to our Lord, that can't be found elsewhere. I'm thankful to be a part of it.