Andy got home late last night. I was plastered to the couch. I couldn't do the girls' bedtime routine beyond scriptures and prayer, so I sent them up at 7pm saying that I'd send Daddy up when he got home. The ETA at that point was 8pm. They kept coming down to complain and ask for him. Since he didn't get home to, what, 10:30? around there, well, the girls came down a LOT. And I could NOT get off the couch to go up and do the singing and everything. They had fallen asleep when Andy had gotten home. What are ya gonna do.

While he was GONE, however, I AMAZED myself! In the same day, I went and got an oil change with all the kids, and then I went straight from there and got 2 new tires put on the car! I wouldn't do these things if I had NO kids! And and AND these things are a few months overdue. So why I did it the day Andy was gone? Who knows. To prove to myself that I'm exceptional.

Also while he was gone I did the usual: rearranged the living room furniture. I bought two dressers from IKEA for our bedside tables, and my dear friends