I looked over and saw this.
We were standing in the hallway before church started and all of a sudden Jack says, “Hey look! The top half of her is white and the bottom half is brown.” While trying to maintain my composure, I then had to explain to Jack that she wasn’t half white and half black, but she was a white person wearing black nylons.
Today I feel like Alfalfa….I have one piece of hair that won’t stay down on the back of my head.
I am laying in bed listening to critters in my attic. Ick! In all my “self” talks, I keep saying, “put your big girl undies on and throw some poison up there.”
But I can’t bring myself to do it. All the “what ifs” keep filling my brain. What if it’s more than a few mice? What if I open up the ceiling and a mouse jumps out at me? What if…and on and on. Good grief, I can manage 8 children, but a few mice give me the willies. I wish my Dad lived down the street so I could call him over to “fix” my problem.
All that to say, my honey do list for Carl when he comes home from Ukraine just added one more thing.
Oh do we miss our Daddy around here.