That's what Evie used to say when she got upset, and my whole family uses the term now. Anyway, John had to go into work early today, at 1:30 instead of 4, and I'm sad of it. I want him to be home. I'm very selfish when it comes to my wonderful man. I want him here, with me, at all times.
Except when I don't. But that's usually just because he's been wonderful and has been home for like 4 days straight, and has done all kinds of housework, did stuff with the kids, maybe cooked a meal or two, and generally gave me some much needed time off. Then I feel guilty, and have to kick him out of the house so I can get something done and not feel like such a bum. :)
I tell you, it's a hard, hard life that I lead.
I got up on time this morning (about 5:45), ironed a bunch of John's work clothes while listening to one of Dr Clough's lectures, then made huevos rancheros for the grownups, scrambled eggs for the kids, and bacon, refried beans, yogurt and fruit for all of us. (Oh, goodness, I love huevos rancheros!) I'm glad we have chickens, and get free eggs, because we really go through them! To make breakfast this morning, I used 14 eggs! Oooooh, but it was so good.
Did school with the older kids, and practiced church behavior with all three. The kids are doing great on their scripture memory work (we're still working on the Beatitudes), then the four of us went outside and cleaned the porch and front yard so John could get some work done.
Rode my bike, which I haven't done in forever, and thought I was going to DIE. Seriously. It was sad and pathetic, and I'm sure the dogs whose house I passed weren't actually barking, they were laughing. Laughing!!
Made a delicious XanGo smoothie for a late lunch, and I've done some more laundry since then. The house was mildly controlled chaos when John left, so I'm hoping to get a lot done this afternoon and evening and surprise him with a lovely, peaceful, clean, yummy-smelling house when he gets home. I love doing that!!!!