Sipping tea as this day turns into the evening and I'm taking a break before I carry on with the never-eneding cleaning and washing. It probably sounds unbelievable to some. The fact that all I do is clean. The fact that all I am now is a washer, floor/dishes/kid/clothes washer. It is unbelievable to those who never went through this. But I stopped talking about it and complaining and trying to describe it because it does no good for anyone. I have no idea why I'm bringing this up now. Sometimes I just do things in vain.
This fall weather is perfect. Today we went for a walk on the beach dipping our feet in the cold ocean. The water was beautiful and so alluring...rippling and clean. The warm wind blew up my shirt and through my hair, for a moment there I though I would fly away.
The countdown towards parent's coming is getting smaller and smaller as I cross out number by number with a fat sharpie every evening.
Each morning I eat up the book of Luke chapter by chapter...I love reading about Jesus, I love that I dont understand a thing.
Guess what? I'm at the bottom of my cuppa tea with tons of sugar and lemon. Now i'm staring in the eye of the dirty dishes waiting for me by the sink. Good bye.