I should probably be cleaning feverishly or something like that. I mean it might be nice if the powder room was reasonably clean, and maybe the living room, too. But I just can't seem to get motivated to do it right now.
So here I sit in front of the computer rambling to
The lawyer for the plaintiff wanted to call me and discuss the deposition today. After finally getting the baby settled for a nap, putting the little guys in front of some cartoons, I called and we "discussed". Okay, so far, so good. I guess this won't be so bad.
I only had to give the boys "the eye" and motion for them to be good a few times while I was on the phone. Afterwards I put on some pretty music and made the boys lunch. Something about that mellow James Galway flute brings out the tender side of my boys. They couldn't stay on their chairs during lunch for all the hugs they wanted to give me. They are growing up so much, and I see that slowly, but surely they are learning to play together nicely.
All in all, it was a good morning. God is doing a work here. Sometimes I can't see it, but I can feel it. And I know I sense His presence.