Why hello there! How was your weekend? David was gone for most of it so I was a single parent and I gotta tell you. Nothing brings me nearly as much joy as those kids do and nothing makes me want to rip my hair out and kick my dog in the butt and maybe wring their little necks quite like those kids do. When they're good they are perfect angels, saying funny and intelligent things and are my litte buddies. When they're naughty I feel like I could lose it. Thankfully I didn't this weekend. I did relegate them to the naughty step a couple times and threaten to not let them get goldfish. I guess that's not so bad...it's not like they are super naughty, I guess - they just like to pick at each other and piss each other off. Then when they're buddies they are so adorable and cute and doting on each other. I don't want to interfere too much with either one; they can work it out (life is very short and there's no tiiiiime for fussing and fighting my friend) and they usually do, but while I'm in the other room listening to them bicker it puts me on edge. Then they usually resolve it somehow and with minimal physical violence between then. (I will tolerate a small amount. That is how I roll.) We were really glad to get daddy at the airport yesterday. He brought them books that were a present from Nana and they were absorbed in them all the way home - and neither of them can read (Judah's almost there, though). I'm so glad they're readers like us. It's like a fun family activity we can all do at the same time, but also it's pretty autonomous, you know? So we went to buy them each a goldfish as a prize and Judah named his John and Lolly named hers Jonathan. Except she pronounces it Jah-fin.
Oh, the kids have taken to calling us by our first names a lot. It's pretty funny.
Tonight is my story group and I'm hella nervous. I would rather read a speech in front of a thousand people rather than my painful story in front of seven other people. But then that's the whole point of the group. Have to keep reminding myself of that. Last night I got a call from David's uncle who has gone through a lot of hard stuff and is working through it and healing. He's a big help for me because I can look to someone who is facing their crap and changing for the better. His voicemail was so sweet, it said "I've been thinking about you and your journey and want you to know that we love you and God loves you and he will completely heal you." I got tears in my eyes when I listened to it. I'm gonna save that message forever.
I just got a text from David that says: "Judah made a missing persons poster this morning that said 'Jon lost fish' because he wasn't anywhere to be found in his bowl. But I just took out the filter and Jon was alive and well swimming around inside."