Monday, Monday

Today is my day off...always a pleasure. Especially since I haven't actually been able to do anything normal since last Monday. Or make that the Monday before that. Two Wednesdays ago I figured out that we had lice, so that started off a boundary-less frenzy of "lice destruction" involving washing all bedding, coats, blankets etc. in the whole house. Then we had to do the fine tooth combing, which was great on Abby and Sam, but Madeline and her long hair was a nightmare. Then William had to comb out my hair. Then, a week later we had to do the whole thing all over again. I think we are good now...but the backup in housework caused by this unexpected mess is still with me, in the form of clean and dirty laundry in piles all over the place.

So, I think that is what I'll be trying to conquer today.

Then, last week we had two ice days, which was nice. But out of the routine. Then Abby was sick the next two days (Thursday and Friday), so I didn't even darken the door of my office at church all week. Saturday we were all home, of course, so this really is the first day in a week that I've had a day to myself. I shouldn't complain too much....William never has a whole day alone to himself.

Today, I washed Dolce first thing. That really needed to happen. Now she's outside getting grass and dirt all over her. But at least she smells good. I'm going to do laundry, and maybe listen to something interesting via podcast. I'm also hoping to make meatloaf, and run a couple of errands. And tonight I have the first in a series of weekly bible studies on Intercessory Prayer. That will be good.