A day of rest....

Well, it was a day of pjs
Vegging
Casual conversation
Spurts of homework
And organizing.
And this is one happy foster momma for it.
And...to be honest...
Both of my girls seemed pretty happy, too.
(Then again, that might have to do with them getting to watch WAY too much TV and a movie and getting to stay in their pjs' all day and snuggle together on the couch - but heck - we all needed it today!)

This got done today!  And it feels GREAT!  Whew!

This got moved today to the door entrance from the bedroom and some news shoes of a certain 10 year old were added as well as a new backpack.  I LOVE LOVE LOVE being organized and having things in their right places.  This feels good.  It makes me happy to see it and see it full and see it used!

THREE placemats at the table!!!  LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  (Ignore the "storage" in the kitchen...had to find somewhere to go with the stuff from the guest bedroom closet and my abandoned classroom.  Too cheap to pay for a storage closet.  We just "live" with it here and I sit with my back to it as to not get heart palpitations every time I see it!)

Our countdown to Michigan chain (and Ms. O's official move in chain) is shrinking fast!!!

Got started on this...sort of.

But...in case you get a crazy vibe that I am super woman, here is what I still have to attack before bed.  Praying I actually do it instead of throwing it on the floor back in the closet where it's been accumulating for the few weeks.  (I've heard that phrase used to describe me a few times lately ("super woman" or "super mom" or some other FALSEHOOD).  I guess my previous blogs were too chipper, too surreal, or too Mary Poppins sounding before my sharing my mini-melt-down last week.  Forgive me for EVER giving ANYONE the wrong impression of that I am anything more than the crazy, mixed-up, screwed up, ball of a mess that I truly am!  Just a new momma, grateful for grace and for this calling.) 

Praise Report:
*I survived taking TWO girls SHOPPING into TARGET.  Enough said.

Prayer Request:
*Paperwork, paperwork, paperwork.  I can't fly anywhere with Ms. O on Friday without it.