It feels like I have everything in the whole world that I want, except time. Our schedule is nuts right now. Lauren has to be at summer school by 7:30, which means we have to leave the house no later than 7:20. And that is pushing it. That is so much earlier than during the school year. Lately I have been keeping late hours, so getting up at 6 am is almost impossible for me. I've been getting up closer to 7, which really doesn't work at all. Getting myself ready for work and getting Lauren dressed, feed, and out the door in 15 minutes time...yeah...right. But its hard when we are out the door a little after 7, I get Lauren at noon, by the time we get home, I change my clothes, fix lunch and get that put away, it's after 1. Most of the time I will get someone to watch the kids (Jody and Patty or my next door neighbor) and I am off to the Barnes house for several hours of who knows what. Mowing the lawn, cleaning something, whether that be the garage, the shed, a room in the house, the toilets. Brannon told me that I need to go sweep the kitchen again tomorrow because today he spent all day power washing the outside of the house. Today after work I had to go pick up my bracelet on the other side of town (it needed to be repaired), I went to the Barnes house twice, I unpacked about 5 more boxes of stuff (I have a corner in the basement with about 40 boxes all stacked up. I try to go through a couple of boxes a day, but in the past 3 weeks I've only gone through about a total of 2 altogether. Like I said, I have everything but time.
My mother in law is coming into town Thursday. The house is not mother-in-law ready, by any stretch. But the whole world comes to a halt when someone you love passes away. We have lost another beloved church member. That is 3 in the past year. Barb was diagnosed with ovarian cancer about 4 months ago. 2 months ago they told her she had 2 months to live. And she passed away exactly when they said she would. She was stage 4 when they found the cancer and it was more than far too late. Tomorrow evening will be spent at the visitation and I've already arranged to take half the morning off Thursday morning for the funeral. Our church is just so incredibly sad. I still miss Wanda. Every time I think about her spunk I have to hold back tears. Many times I don't hold them back. I feel my eyes welling up just thinking about her right now. I miss her incredibly in fact. Larry, her husband, seems to be a shell of what he used to be. There is an incredible sadness about him. His daughter has been coming to church with him.
Brannon and I talked about baptism a little bit tonight. If he could give me one gift, it would be that he would become baptized. The baptism of course wouldn't be for me, the comfort of the fact that he was baptized would be the gift.
It's after 10 already. I have been getting up far too late in the morning, and me burning the candle at both ends won't help. I have been so good about getting the right amount of rest, I hate to start being careless now. I'll end with a God Bless and please keep our church family in your prayers as we say goodbye to yet another sister in Christ.