Our fantastic priest, pastor, and friend, has started a blog. Interesting, since he's the very last person I'd expect to do such a thing. He's an eloquent writer and knows so much about so many things...it will be an enjoyable read! I've linked him in the sidebar.

Why?

...haven't I started doing laundry in preparation for our trip? We leave in two days, and I haven't done laundry, really, since 2 weeks ago. Thank chocolate D did some while we were away last weekend, or we'd all be out of underwear.

...am I sitting upstairs, thinking about how I'm going to go downstairs to the family room to read my new book, when I know that the light bulb in the lamp behind the couch is out and I won't want to turn the overheads on to read, but I'll forget to take a new bulb with me when I go downstairs?

...are all the pay-per-view movies (a luxury, I might add, that we have JUST NOW become familiar with - totally crazy since it's way cheaper and easier than planning a night out at the movies and hiring a sitter) that we want to watch starting at either 7:00 (too early) or 9:30 (no chance we'd stay awake)?

...can't I keep my car clean? Oh wait. I know the answer to that one. The better question is why my children insist on carting loads of crap into the car with them every.time.we.leave.the.house, and then leaving everything in the backseat when we get home?

...am I losing my resolve to keep the boy off the Wii this summer? I mean, he gets exercise, I suppose, and I guess in some sense it's better than him sitting and watching cartoons or whatever...I guess the fact that it's on TV that makes me feel like I should be all anxious and concerned. Perhaps it's just particularly bad this week because it's been rainy, and during the times it hasn't been rainy, the neighbor kid's been on vacation. And gee. We're going on a Wii-less vacation in two short days. Hm. I can talk my way around anything.

We're off to the north woods this weekend. Two whole weeks away. Sand, water, cedar trees, only occasional internet access, and long sunsets over the water. Pinch me now.

It's a Good Thing She's Cute

...most days, it's her saving grace.

We're fighting strep here. As in strep throat, that illness that most people get during the winter. I've had it precisely one time in my life. My son... twice in the last month and a half, three times if you're looking at the last four months. Now the girl has it too.

She keeps telling me her "fever hurts, right here in my mouf," while she opens her mouth to say "ahhhh" and breathes her stinky, strep-y breaf all over me. Dang, it's a good thing my kids are (knock-on-wood) generally healthy. I'm good at being a doting, spoiling, I'll-get-you-anything-you-want, Mom, for a little while. But if this went on for days I'd be in trouble.

She just came to me at the table weilding a package of fruit snacks telling me that she really needed them because "they're good and they make my fever froat go away."

Perhaps it was that she smells fresh from the bath she just got after she threw up all over my bed (oh, did I forget that part up above?), perhaps it was her big blue eyes and her pink flushed cheeks, but man was she cute and absolutely impossible to refuse.