Monday Morning Haze

Woke up fretting about an old way of singing Psalm 19 that I've sort of taught to the kids but know that there are more verses, as in the verses of the psalm itself, and that I should definitely spend the rest of the day googling and trying to find it. Flipped on my phone and found some sort of version of it almost immediately. So, I guess there's nothing left for me to do….

Except, you know, put everything back to rights after being gone for two days or however long it was. The children were pretty sorry to see us come back because they love the person who stayed with them more than us and probably more than Jesus. Although it is surprisingly easy to love almost anything more than Jesus, so I guess I'm being unfair. They made a fort and poured chocolate onto their prefab waffles and generally had a thrilling and wonderful time. Now they are whining and angry because they have to clean the kitchen and do their regular stuff and they just lost another day of any electronic indulgence because of the endless complaining. Pretty sure they will never get it back.

I spent yesterday wandering around in the Usual Circle, needing to put so many things away that it was impossible to fix on any one to begin with. Ended up in the garden digging out old dead plants and cutting up my hands on my aging rose bush. Probably will have to completely abandon the house for the next four weeks and only fuss around in the garden.

So there we are. Synod appeared to me to be a grand success. Lots of pageantry and good talks and coffee and singing. I can only imagine the work and the planning and the running around behind the scenes to make it flow so seemlessly and beautifully. Spent a small amount of time praying to never be one of those people running up and down stairs fixing problems when something goes wrong. Felt guilty and confessed my sins. Lapsed into bargaining with God for him just to miraculously make me a better person. Realized I had no actual bargaining chips and gave up. Was finally distracted by another table full of grapes and coffee.

Now I will arise and cope with the fact that it's going to be 80 degrees today (80 degrees! Is it possible that God does love me after all?) and the children are melting with heat exhaustion. I have to break down and dig out lighter more summery clothes. I just know, though, that as soon as I do that it will become very cold and icy and probably snow. Because that's how it works. And I will try to begin to restrain my eating, once more, which shouldn't be hard because there are not big gorgeous tables standing in every corner of my house, mightily laden with interesting and declious Nigerian food. There are only some dead bits of cheese and a packet of ham that's gone off. So maybe I will be able to lose those last 8 pounds after all. Sniff.

Have a lovely day, if you've a mind to. Pip pip.