I suppose it is a problem, all these deep breaths and sighings. Usually a good indicator that I'm being foolish and strong-willed. My kids are doing that tender, expectant, don't-make-eye-contact dealy where they patiently wait for mama to give it up and ask forgiveness. Baaah. I'm so stinkin fallen. Fallen in a pit of work-till-I-crack. Fallen in a pit of "does-anybody-see-this-mess?!" Fallen in a pit of stinking thinking like my kids and husband are supposed to be serving ME dinner and thinking of what MOM wants to do. Ha, kinda makes me laugh now. They always so sweetly say "oh yes, I do forgive you, and I love you so much" - just like You, Jesus. I'm so thankful for that.
Well, the tomatoes are done boiling. I should go to bed so I can wake up and finish this by starting fresh-better tomorrow. Jesus, meet me there. I'll be the bleary-eyed one begging you for a few more minutes before the sweet ones wake up. I'd like to meet You on the couch for coffee, and then again in the garden, please. Preferably before it's 90 degrees.
