Really too brain fried to blog anything meaningful to speak of. Had a full day at work today, then came home to an absolute wreck. "The band" rehearsing in the garage, complete with a "photo shoot" going on, and a kitchen that looked like a cyclone hit it from kids eating everything but the kitchen sink. I told the kids, that can't happen again. I rushed to get things in order and Larry and I went to a teachers forum for SS tonight and took Savanna with us. I couldn't leave her behind...she was with the boys all day and I just couldn't do it to her. She went along and played with Marcus.
Mondays are mine and Larry's most draining days and honestly when I get home on Monday nights the very last thing in the world I want to do is go out again. I wouldn't even consider a date night, or anything of the sort. I don't work out, or usually do anything of much magnitude but get in my shorts and t-shirt, do a little bit of cleaning, lay around and watch TV with my family or talk, and go to bed. But tonight was one of those nights I couldn't, so we went to the meeting and then I came home and got straight in bed.
Dustin told me he's feeling sick again. With the way he sounds I think he might need another procedure. I need to call the doc in the morning. Take Geena to the doc tomorrow as well for her annual checkup, do a boatload of work, and then maybe chill out for a few hours if I'm blessed that way.
I believe in faith I will be.
In the meantime... working on messages... working out details for Africa...and praying my guts out. I realize more than ever my need to seek the Lord. I'm not a huge fan of Martin Luther, but one thing he did say that I like was, "I have so much to do today that I must pray for three hours first..." I'm sort of feeling that way. But can I do it from my bed?