Reclaiming Danica

Well, sleepless night turned to groggy day and groggy day turned into weeked of projects. I'm feeling the crunch of getting close to listing our house, so I'm working even harder than I probably should be. Especially since That Man is up to his eyeballs in projects for work that are keeping him from home. Ugh. But that means more money, right?

I spent the evening in the garden, planting flowers. Once everything was in order, the kiddos and I were one big, stinky, dirty mess. They bathed, I put them to bed, That Man came home from work (FINALLY), we spent quality time together (watching Cities of the Underworld ), and then, I went to get a little bit of me back.

Yes, my friends, I took a bath. And if I may, I need to just offer up one more prayer that in our new house, please God, please!!!!! let it have a master bath that is mine, all mine! with my very own bathtub. I hate having to scrub kid grime off before having my own soak. *sigh*

My companion for the bath was none other than....

NICK!

I have a lot of stories I could tell you about Nick, like the fact that a certain someone I know has already laid claim on him for her husband. Tee Hee. However, the most important thing to know about Nick is that Nick is actually a book. Reclaiming Nick by Susan May Warren . I have to admit, I was slightly cranky that it was such a long book. My bath water got cold. However, it was such a good book, I couldn't put it down. The dilemmas of life, I tell you.

Like all the books I enjoy, Nick's story had a happy ending. Nick was reclaimed, Danica was reclaimed, and we all lived happily ever after. Or not. I guess I won't find out the ending of my story for a while. Well, that isn't true either. I know the ending of my story. I get to spend eternity with God. It's the middle that I haven't quite figured out. And I'm extremely irritated with that fact.

Ah well, time for bed. Tomorrow, I'll get up and do it all over again. Anyone want to help paint?