I woke up (though did not get up) at 5:30am....who knows why, and after a few minutes, could hear stirrings in the kitchen. Oldest son was up around then to go to work (like a normal person), but third son got up, fifth son got up and the dogs were likely scratching their furry heads wondering what was going on. I still don't know. Six o'clock and 3 boys up and moving about? That doesn't even make sense. At least not in this house, especially considering several of them were awake at 1am.
Anyway, I tried to go to church for the 8:30am prayer service, but my truck refused to start. Nuts. Ended up riding along with Gary as he went to the shop, so I could bring his truck back. Shopped for birthday dinner for first-born, came home for a nap, washed clothes but not much else, and here I am resting in bed. As I said, the day isn't progressing very far from how it began. And I still have to go fetch my woodboy.
But some days are like this, for some odd reason. And with my truck sick, the kids won't go to my mom's for lunch on Thursday, but this pleases me. One less outing. Really, I'm so unsociable. So not a people person. So content with my own company (and my snoring pug, Daisy, who's asleep on my foot right now).
I sometimes wonder at what interruptions are God's work. When we're running hell for leather and can't seem to find a stopping point, it seems likely that the Lord would put things in our path to trip us up. Not to cause problems, but to allow us to slow down. 'S-okay with me. I really love my life when nothing forces me to leave the house. And when there's food and toilet paper to last a day or two, I call that nirvana.
(our kitchen early one morning...but not on this day!)
