a really random day…
Today was a random day. Lots of stuff in my head, lots of stuff happening.
First: the dishwasher broke. Yep. All of that hard water build up from before the water softener finally had it’s heyday. We discovered this when we awoke to a mini flood in the kitchen. (and I had planned on a nice, relaxing morning…) Three things to be thankful for: 1. it got fixed, today, for a good price. 2. I was super glad that Matt had already taken the day off, so he was here to help out. 3. As we were dealing with the mess, I was reminded that this really was just a little bit of water… and felt thankful I’ve never had to deal with an acutal flood/hurricane/other force of nature.
Second: I have been in a grouchy mood all day. Don’t know why. PMS shouldn’t be hitting just yet. So, yeah. I guess that’s not random. It happens somewhat frequently.
Third: I did not have a cup of coffee today. I forgot with all of the dishwasher broohaha. So now it’s 7:50pm and I really, really, really want one. But that would not be good for the bedtime.
Fourth: I’ve been debating whether to make brownies. I think I won’t . They take too long to bake. I like my chocolate, like, yesterday.
Fifth: Rachel told me today, “calm down, Mommy”. Out of the mouths of babes, right?
Sixth: I have been thinking about something someone in my lifegroup said last night. “Am I a worshipper of God, or a follower of God”? Ideally, I should be both. But, I think sometimes it is easy to worship, and a lot of people do, but don’t actually follow Him daily. Hmmm… been thinking about that a lot today. What does that mean for me?
Seventh: I entered 180 warranties on the computer for Matt’s work today. That’s my all time record, and will not ever be broken by me…ever.
Eighth: Rachel’s favorite song right now is “Your Grace is Enough”. It’s great to hear her sing it.
Ninth: Eli’s busted lip from Sat. night is looking much better today. He already has Angelina Jolie lips, with it swollen it was almost comical! Poor kid… it was a bad bust.
And finally… Tenth: Well, I guess I don’t have a 10th. But it sounded so much better to get to 10. Plus, I hate odd numbers. So I couldn’t possibly finish on 9. That would have bugged me all night until I thought of something to say and came and edited my entry. So I guess that’s number 10: I’m a little weird.