Remember how I said Roo was fine?
As it turns out, not so much.
He has an outer ear infection. There goes my Mother of the Year Award.
What does that mean for us?
No fabric for the chair!
Between a doctor's appointment, a pharmacy visit, and my regular Friday chores, no fabric is bought.
The kids are wondering when the chair will be finished.
He's already called it--it's "his" chair.
Um, hello, it's going to be MY chair.
You might be wondering how things are coming along.
Here's where the chair stands.
Foam is unrolled.
I am amazed.
It is going to be great.
And this is where it is now:
It's time to cut the foam.
It is lined up and ready to be cut.
Now I just need a little courage and maybe a sharp knife.
These are just some of the highlights from today.....
4:50 am: CRASH! The dogs knock over the tower of baskets where I stash yarn. What a lovely wake up call.
5:00 am: Rusty leaves for work. Just a few more minutes before my alarm goes off. I hear Caleb getting in the shower.
5:15 am: Alarm goes off. Time to get up. I hear a crash followed by some mumbling. I think Caleb broke the shower curtain. I jump out of bed to see what happened. I find Roo laying on the kitchen floor. He thinks he fainted. Where are my smelling salts? There is no color in his face. Maybe he needs some lipstick.
5:57 am: Caleb's off to work.
6:30 am: Roo's fine. Time for Dave to get going.
6:45 am: "Dave, GET UP!"
7:14 am: Dave and I should be heading out the door. But he doesn't want what I'm fixing him for lunch. So I try again and actually fix him something else. Fine, I'll just give yours to Anna.
7:18 am: I'm out the door with Dave. The van is almost out of gas. How long has the light been on?
7:25 am: Anna doesn't want Dave's discarded lunch. I didn't even tell her it was Dave's first! Geez. So I fix her something else, too. I am a complete and total crazy woman. Should have told them to stick it! Drats, missed another golden opportunity.
7:34 am: "Anna, it's 7:34!"
"Mom, will you drive me to the bus stop?"
It's either that or all the way to school. We get to the bus stop and she realizes she has no lunch. I rush home to get it. Please let me get back before the bus comes. I make it, just in the nick of time.
7:55 am: Roo and I load up in the car to take him to the bus stop. And I head for the gas station. Please don't let me run out of gas.
It's already been quite a day. I want to throw in the towel. I'm done with today already. Let's boycott Tuesdays! I want to burst into tears. But I don't. I need to get gas without blubbering like a baby. As I reach for the gas nozzle I look across the street.
I look to the cross. And my mind sings:
I look to the cross, salvation's song
To the act of redemption, removing my wrong
I was lost in the dark, trapped by my sin
But the King of Heaven came, and He invited me in.
I look to the grave, to the stripes on His back,
When I'm feeling discouraged, and under attack;
I look to the grave, when I think life's unfair
I look to the grave and see that, nobody's there.
I exalt you, forever, forever, and ever
I exalt you, forever, forever, and ever
I look to the sky, where my Bridegroom will come,
In the fulness of glory, and this life will be done;
I lift up my eyes, I lift up my hands
I lift up my voice, to the Son of Man.
--I Exalt You by Heather Clark
I don't know what other excitement may be in store for me today. I don't want to even think about it. But I know where I'll be looking.....
Just so you know, Roo is fine. Totally. Just a bit whacky. But then what do you expect when you live here?
Waiting is a good life lesson.
Don't you think?
That's what I tell the kids anyway.
While waiting for my foam for the chair, I look towards Christmas.
You're probably as shocked as I am.
I am already working on my Christmas presents!
And just as I finish stitching the last one, the foam arrives.
Nikki is checking it out for me.
She gives it the ok.
Tomorrow I'll open it and see if I give it the ok!
And finish the chair.