Wednesday

It’s Wednesday.

My Wednesdays are even more busy than my Tuesdays, if that’s at all possible.  It’s like cramming thirty-eight hours into twelve, but then Thursdays dawn, and I’m all, “Look at my calendar of daily events!  It’s empty.  I can do anything today!”  And then I repeat that through Monday evening, which makes me feel guilty for complaining that I have two packed-to-the-break-the-suitcase levels each week.

And today I was prepared enough that I really and truly put a roast in the crockpot before I headed out the door first thing.  THAT little event… when dinner was JUST READY tonight, as we were scrambling to get back out the door to youth group… made me feel like Martha Stewart had nothing on me.  I was suddenly the Grand Poobah, Commander-in-Chief, Lady High Admiral, Her Majesty, The Queen of preparedness.  I get up while it is still night, and prepare food for my family.  I am like the merchant ships, bringing food from afar.  My children arise and call me blessed, and my husband praises me.  That one roast showed us all that I can be a Proverbs 31 kind of girl, too.  Why… next thing you know… I’ll be selecting wool and flax and working with eager hands, and providing food for my servants.

(And I hope that those servants aren’t too far off from arriving.  I need them to get some laundry done around here, and it’d be really great if they could scrub down the bathrooms, and maybe fetch us a full cart of groceries from the store.)

Plus, it rained today, and there was indoor recess at school, which always makes a teacher want to pull her own thumbnails off with pliers, just to transfer the mental pain to something physical, which can be endured.

So that’s what I have for you tonight.

That…

… and THIS.

cc20fb3fcf805ed2a640f4ce57555cd8Isn’t that the truth?

Because where else do you shout out, “One, two, three… Eyes on me!” and expect the response of “One, two… Eyes on you”?

And LOOK!  One early morning before school last week, I found the boys watching some Donald Duck on the boy’s laptop in his bedroom.

IMG_8918 IMG_8921 IMG_8923Apparently, days just GO BETTER, if you begin them with a little Donald.

Y’all carry on and have a lovely Wednesday night.

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