And I’m still alive. Two weeks of hard work, interrupted by a few days of retreat, but otherwise…work. I’m thankful for the several breaks I got—was forced to take. I’ve decided that everything takes longer when it’s hot. It was torture to come to the end of the day and discover that only half of what I wanted to do that day was done. One day I didn’t have water all day. I was planning to clean. It ended up okay though, I did a lot of tidying and getting ready to clean. On Saturday I was still frantically cleaning. I needed to get ready for the house warming last night. It was around 4 o’clock and I lost electricity. I was dusting this big furniture in the half light when Dru suggested going on a walk. So with floors still grimy and dishes piled high, Dru and I took off for a walk and then supper. We came home from church on Sunday afternoon, rested for a bit and then Dru did dishes while I gave the rest of the house a “lick and a promise.”
The party went well. But to be honest, I was too busy being hostess and flying from place to place, and taking care of a fussy baby to notice. It was nice to have our Thai and furang friends here together though.
And now I get to live. People went home with dirty feet last night, and I’m seeing all the dust that I’d missed and everyone got to look at. But I’m just looking at it scornfully and giving it only a few jabs here and there. This week I’m resting. I told Dru yesterday that today I was going to sleep as much I wanted. And I’m going to bake cookies this week. And have nice meals.
I also told Dru that for one of Jube’s naps this week, I’m going to just hold him and look at him and love him the whole time he sleeps. His babyhood is slipping mercilessly away. My baby is crawling, pulling himself up on the furniture, and the other day he started climbing the steps. Seeing Rachel’s tiny baby reminded me to enjoy my own before all his babyhood is gone. Besides, he needs mom time—we both were cheated the last two weeks.
Jube woke up with a fever this morning. So, after getting up and eating corn bread for breakfast, I put Jube down for a nap and we both slept all morning til almost noon. Lovely.
I think my man is going to take me on a date this week. Maybe tomorrow but it might be pushed off if my baby’s still sick.
I’m very thankful for my new home here. It’s big and rambly feeling compared to our little apartment across town. I’m not sure where we stored everything in that little place. We’re filling this place quite nicely. There is only one room we have that is basically “extra.” It’s got 3 chairs in it and that’s it, but it will become a guest room if ever we need one.
I told my mom a while ago that I was having a hard time trusting the loving kindness of God. But this house is proof of it.
So yeah, the last couple weeks were hard for both of us on more fronts than one, but we survived. This week we’ll find the new normal and live.
Check out the picasa album for pictures. I’m going to try to load them, we’ll see if it works.