It’s gotten to this point where not writing here is worse than writing something here that is seemingly pointless. Like it will torture me all day tomorrow if I don’t take five, ten, fifteen minutes tonight and type out something. I had more energy earlier to do it, and had myself situated on the couch with my computer, when I decided to Facetime Ethan instead. With it getting toward the end of the college school year, I’ve been thinking of him often and feeling eager for him to come home.

Dad and Elianna were out at different things. There was the high school board meeting and Wednesday night youth group. The boys and I hung out. I worked a day shift today so before supper I was resting in bed after picking up my son from practice and starting the rice. Josh had gone to the store earlier in the day and picked up a few things to have for supper for a few nights. We ate together in the living room and talked for a while on Facetime. It was nearly 8 o’clock and they were getting ready to go bowling.

We talked about the meeting for a while and he said he got fiery when it came to the proposed name change discussion. One of the boys came in and asked me for an idea of what to write in a card he has to make for school. The kids are making the pastor cards. He’s already left the room again and now I feel sad because I was distracted and had to try so very hard to engage. I’m going to go out now and spend a little more time and then kiss them all goodnight with me at peace with the day.