The Puddles

This has been an extremely busy day.  Two games and two parties plus some minor house repairs today.

Papa Lake drove over from Brenham to help deliver boy to baseball game and to make sure that Ben smiled for team photo (I forgot to tell him the smiley part. I only asked him to make sure that his photo got taken. I have to work better on my communication skills). Ainsley and I took Madie to her soccer game only to find out that we were early by an hour.  Of course, I say it is better to mess up the start time by being too early than too late.  So . . . go me!     The day continued down its busy path until we delivered Madie to her birthday/slumber party tonight an hour late.  I put S— Ln. instead of Blvd. into my Tomtom and wound up 30 miles south of where I was suppose to be.  Darn the luck.

The good news is that Papa helped with some house repairs that needed more immediate attention and attempted to fix my kitchen light (which, since this morning, quit working at all.  But he did get the cover off!).   This is all very mundane.  Which is good.  Mundane is good when your husband is across the ocean from you.

So in the next four days (I already subtracted today) there needs to be more of that . . . mundane.  Ben’s three month check up with the cardiologist is Monday.  I would be very happy with mundane.  In fact . . . that will be my prayer to God for  Monday.  More of the mundane.  I am trying not to be nervous about Monday, but it is not working. It is really not working.  I am close to teetering over the edge into instability with worry.   This doctor has never been able to give us a visit without bad news involved.  So here’s hoping that Monday will be the first one!