Before 12 O'Clock

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I remember distant Saturdays, many years ago, when we hung around the house and made a leisurely breakfast. We did odd jobs and got the laundry all caught up. I'm sure we did something else but I can't quite remember how we filled those days. All that is different now. Mike's on an airplane this morning. In the meantime, my morning is not quite leisurely:

  • Pick up Michael (and his laundry)
  • Quick run to the craft store. We were one "L" short when we painted and decorated our wooden "ALLELUIA" before hiding it. Need Valentine sprinkles.
  • Drop off Nicky and Stephen at soccer.
  • Drop off Mary Beth at ballet.
  • Drop off Paddy so he can get a ride to Williamsburg for soccer.
  • Pick up Nicky and Stephen.
  • Take Christian to basketball.
  • Take Nicky and Stephen to basketball.

I gave up coffee (again) at Patrick's insistence when this news came out. (He's hopeful that there will be another baby and wants to take no chances. It was a very, very sweet request; there was no thought of refusing). The morning will be powered instead by Hot Cinnamon Spice and a fruit smoothie. Happy Saturday!

Works for me, too...

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...right down to the pediatric nurse. And I'll see Danielle's hungry and add tired. As in haven't slept more than four hours in more nights than I can count. Would everybody stop coughing and waking the baby, already? Either that, or volunteer to nurse her back to sleep.

Hungry, tired, and so it begins. So often, we set out to plan our Lent and pick our penances, but God has a different plan. His idea is always better and always offers us a greater opportunity to grow.
Still, I think food and sleep are necessary for growth, aren't they? Just a little?