Saturdays are typically busy days. Finding time to rest on a Saturday is like finding a needle in a haystack - you might find it, but it'll probably hurt.
My boss MM decided to have a women's bible study class at work. Her husband has been doing a men's bible study group on Thursday night for years, and he's been encouraging her to do the same. I wasn't sure what to expect, especially since it was supposed to start Saturday morning at 9:30 and end at 11:30. A two hour bible study?! Sounded a bit lengthy, but I told her I would go so long as my son's eye was better.
I got up early and E's eye looked almost completely normal, praise the Lord. There's still some irritation around the inner part of the eye but it's minimal. I started getting ready but told my daughter I didn't think I'd go very early. After all, Saturdays are cleaning day, and my yard needed a ton of cleaning! As I was finishing my breakfast, I was telling my daughter something when we heard the sound of her dad coming. I can't begin to explain how uncomfortable it becomes in my house when he comes over. His attitude is one of negativity and complaining; he complains about his health, he complains about his job, he complains about his car, he complains about the kids, yada yada yada. It's like he sucks the peacefulness out of my home. He was here for about a half hour, which meant I was late to the bible study class, and quite honestly I wasn't in the best mood. It's very difficult not to be affected by the atmosphere of negativity. I could see, though, why God scheduled this bible study when He did. It wasn't anything new, nothing I hadn't learned from studying God's word on my own, but just being in a room full of ladies who were encouraging, loving, and welcoming, lifted my spirits. I was annoyed when I got there, but my heart filled up with peace as we prayed for the needs of others and I stopped focusing on myself. I'll tell you what, when you're praying for the healing of a 12 year old girl with leukemia, all other problems become insignificant.
I left as soon as we finished so that I could attack my backyard. With homeschooling, work, and everything in between, I hadn't had a chance to tackle the grass. Add to that several days of on and off rain showers, and my yard was starting to look a bit Amazonian. I started by clearing some boxes out of the garage - my son had taken a bunch of stuff to the dump, but he worked all day today so I just threw a bunch of stuff in the trash can. I then had to go to the backyard and pick up several palm fronds and coconuts that had fallen yesterday thanks to the rain and strong winds. I finally got to actually mowing the lawn, which took about an hour. I did one side of the front yard, but not the other. My neighbor on the left was having an open house and I didn't want to get her yard full of grass clippings after she'd cleaned it up. My neighbor has had her house up for sale for a couple months now, on her own. The neighbor on her left wanted to buy the house, and it looked like they would get it, but the deal fell through just a few days before closing. All parties concerned were terribly disappointed, but as I told my neighbor, God must have something better planned. As I was trimming some plants in the front yard she gave me the news: the house was sold. I couldn't believe it - she'd only just given the house to her realtor a week ago! What we found out was, homes in our area sell quickly. It's a lovely neighborhood, right across the street from a park, the schools are excellent, and there is very little inventory. Whenever a house goes on the market, it flies. It'll be sad to say goodbye to them; we moved in at about the same time almost 15 years ago. But I do understand her position: her marriage crumbled, she works far from the house, and taking care of her kids has become difficult when she spends so much time in traffic (and money on gas). This is what is best for her family right now, so I know she's making the right choice.
Once I was done with the mowing and trimming, I came inside and ate some fish and chips with sauteed veggies that my daughter prepared before going back outside to clean the patio. It had gotten so grimy thanks to the branches that had fallen on it last night and all the dirt from the wind and rain, it looked like the house had been abandoned. I was out there for two hours cleaning, but I can say it looks a whole lot better.
I came inside and decided to heat up some frozen pizzas, which got devoured by my son E and my daughter. It wasn't until my son R got home from work that I realized the significance of that: today is 3/14/15, or 3.1415. That's right, it's Pi Day, and my kids had pizza pie. I had forgotten about it, so it was completely by chance that it happened the way it did.
Since it's the day before Sunday (and I was a filthy mess) I showered and did my hair. I told my friend that I liked the Smoothing Therapy shampoo and conditioner except for the fact that they aren't very moisturizing like my OGX shampoo, and she recommended I use my regular shampoo first, then wash it a second time with the Smoothing Therapy. I must say, it does make a big difference. My hair feels softer and smoother doing it this way. There is one thing though: I have to cut my hair. I haven't cut it since October, and the ends are badly in need of a cut. I'm gonna see about getting an appointment for this week, since my son is on spring break (Hallelujah!).
It was mani/pedi day as well. I don't know why, but I find that giving myself a manicure and pedicure is relaxing. Plus I like the way it looks when I'm done.
That was my day. I had hoped for a slower paced day, but who was I kidding? My to-do list was out of control, and needed to be tamed. There's still plenty to do, but God willing I will make a dent in it this week. As for now, I say, goodnight.
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