Whew. Some weeks feel like a well-choreographed dance. This week felt like a Jumanji vine grabbed us by the ankles and pulled us up and down mountains and through the jungle until it deposited in a heap at the edge of a waterfall.
Sunday - it was great to be back at church! Allie was ill one week, church wasn't scheduled one week, then cancelled the next week due to the New Year's storm... there was talk about what to do THIS Sunday as the ice and wind were horrendous and the sander fell through....
|As seen on Facebook|
Tuesday - This previously blogged day was filled with school, volunteering for the food co-op and our household gift exchange. Grandpa was out again to do some shopping. It was suggested we have some folks over for games on Friday night.
Stacia had fun playing with her new blow torch - does it have a fancy kitchen name? She melted sugar on top of the cupcakes she made for youth group.
|Burn, baby burn!|
Stacia and I resumed our weekly Bible study. Since we were meeting on a Friday lunch instead of Thursday breakfast we opted for Hungarian Soup at Vagabonds. YUMM. Alex and Michael resumed their study.
The girls wrapped up school. I sat down in the nook and began to work on our bills, Grandpa's bills, balanced all accounts, took care of a bit of correspondence. I didn't come up until the pizza was ready.
Sometime during the afternoon, I realized it was a good thing we had not invited others over this evening. We were scheduled to be facilitating another parenting retreat for JBER this weekend. They ran into a snafu with the venue and the time has been changed. I am so glad we didn't end this busy week with a 3-day parenting retreat.
I am careful to schedule Grandpa's outings in the afternoons. This week we ended up with several appointments for him as the offices kept calling wanting to fill slots. I am going to be more careful about not agreeing to more than two outside engagements for him. He misses his naps. Somehow it just became busier than expected.
It's 4:44 a.m. on Saturday and I'm blogging instead of sleeping. We cannot figure out WHY Grandpa wakes up early every Saturday, it's my one opportunity to sleep in. I would like to figure this out. Maybe he's allergic to pizza. I think he's soundly back to sleep. I'm going to see if I can catch another hour or two of sleep.