In bed with the laptop, a pile of library books at my side. I'll leave to pick up kids directly, and oldest daughter is doing grandmother duty tonight, so I can be at home. The least one slept with me last night with Gary over at my mom's. I slept fitfully, but sweetly, as I felt her gradually roll over to my side of the bed until this morning she was tickled to be almost on top of me. Such an angel. She's been feeling momma withdrawal with me running back and forth and seeming distracted.
Today I've had some time to myself, and washed some machine-made lace pieces in Mrs. Meyer's lavender cleaner. Will put a tablecloth-sized piece on the dining room table before dinner, and since it's not an old family bit of lace, won't fret if it gets messed up. There's more where this came from.
Many things hammering at my head, namely my mom, but also needing work in the shop. A dry spell alongside new routines is difficult at best. Still praying that the lady who made noises about Gary's chairs will be inspired to take them home. This week would be nice for that.
And trying to listen to God's quiet voice when I don't understand the manner of how He does things. I scratch my head a lot. Good thing I've got an abundance of hair, or it'd be piled up in my lap.
Take care.
