What a week. My sister and her son returned to the house after nearly two weeks of unexplained absence. Along with her came my dad who arrived for a four day visit to celebrate a belated Christmas (it's become our family tradition to celebrate in January to decrease stress and time constraint issues). And what a wild week...
We'd had two weeks with the house to ourselves -- just enough time for us to get used to having the house to ourselves again, to get used to a quiet house, to enjoy walking around in our underwear. And now we are back to the "new normal," a house with an extra person, an extra dog, and a toddler. And on top of that, Dad's arrival meant four very busy days. Christmas presents. Titanic Replica Meal (yes; 9 courses with 9 different bottles of wine). Family game night with Minute to Win It games with a finger food buffet. And then a BBQ shmorgeshborad. Not to mention that during all this, we were working together to help my sister figure life out and get paperwork together for the local community college, care.com, and for government assistance. I am completely exhausted!
So while I was sad to see my Dad go, as I enjoy spoiling him and giving him plenty of rest and relaxation from his very hard life, I am glad to be back to a somewhat normal routine. I'm ready to get back into the gym tonight for the first time in a week (even though it's going to suck). I'm ready to get back to my normal eating routines. And to my normal sleeping routines.
I continue to pray over all the situations... And would ask that if you are of the praying sort that you would do the same. I would be ever so grateful.
