It’s Lord of the Flies all over again..

in my dining room.

I am cowering in the office having just consumed my second dose of Tylenol and some chicken soup. You know when you wish you could just remove a teensy bit of your skull and then everything would be great, fantasgic, whatever?

Paul and I are going away tonight.

I just want to give that lovely line some space.
We haven’t been away in a really long time, a really really long time. We are attending a worship retreat, that starts at dinner tonight, spending the night at the hotel, continuing the retreat until 1 tomorrow then bumming around together for the afternoon before going to Care Group tomorrow night. It isn’t a romantic get away per se, but why not?

I need to make a bed for my mother-in-law, put away about 1,ooo,ooo,ooo loads of laundry, pack, take meals out of the freezer and spruce things up a bit, rent a video for Movie Night, pick out clothing for Beanie for tomorrow, then go sit on my bag in the driveway to await Paul.

I will make it and be sweet to my kids. The house might have to lump it. And it was so clean just last night.

Entropy.