“I slipped back, as we all do, into the needs and structures of my own life.”
~Sharon Blackie, If Women Rose Rooted: A Life-Changing Journey to Authenticity and Belonging~

The kids and I spent time cleaning up in the morning. It really makes me wonder what people without kids do, at least in terms of cleaning their house. It has to stay cleaner. Elianna said it’s mostly the boys who make the mess, but I don’t know. I tried to say it wasn’t me but that didn’t go over well. The piles by the couch and next to my bed, what else can you blame on me? It’s the little things that add up, it always is.

She came and sat in our room. I’ve told her before that I don’t know what it is, if there’s someone else to just sit there then I can finish the job. She must’ve felt bad for making me feel bad because I didn’t ask her in there she just came in there anyway. We made plans for supper tonight because I didn’t want to go out to eat. Graham isn’t going to the concert so they had an extra ticket which we gave to Josh’s mom.

The Hannibal-LaGrange choir is accompanying Andrew Peterson for some of his songs. Miles sings bass. His mom required him to stay with music all through high school and into college. So that was an extra reason to go and she and I went to County Market once Dad was home from his board meeting. His parents were going early and they said she could ride along with them if she wanted to come then which she did.

The Concordia team had their conference meet. We finished watching the results before she got out of the car. Vaughn and Trey got first and second (🥰). I didn’t stay to say hi, but instead drove home to where lunch was ready on the table. I brought in the groceries and set them down on the mudroom floor to put away. I don’t remember what we talked about then but later the boys had to clean out the van.