A storm blew in during the early morning. I saw it once it had already gotten here and watched from the window. It’s amazing to me how much even the big trees can blow back and forth. After a while I checked the flood spots and the one in the schoolroom was fine because the towels had already been lined against the wall during the prior week’s sprinkle. But the boys’ room had another flooded mess. I tiptoed into their room and felt the squish beneath my feet once I was close enough to the corner area.

So the boys have moved to the school room again while things dry out and the smell dies down. Dad and the boys did some cleanup in there later in the morning while I drove my niece halfway back to her mom. It was next on my list to get to their room and work together to give it a reset before school starts. It actually doesn’t look too bad in there now as far as the floor goes but something else is going to have to be done about whatever is wrong that is causing the flooding. I know you have to get to the deeper issues of things in order for something to truly be fixed.

The older kids are trying to absorb every moment they can with the camp friends. Ethan and Adam rode their bikes into town to meet Miles and Graham at their house. The girls met up with them once they’d gotten there. Elianna still texts me as she’s moving from here to there with the caravans, sometimes more than I would now expect. I have mixed feelings about the apps where you can track their locations. With Ethan at least, I told him last summer it was enough for me that God knows where you are.

(*photo credit: JWT)