Day Nineteen - Jan 19, 2019

Thankful to have strength to hit the ground running this morning... Interestingly enough - no one wanted to talk, hang out or have coffee at 4:15 this morning. It was strongly suggested I go back to sleep ... except by Nellie who would have gladly gone to the park!

Next on the list was unpacking ... and remembering the laundry crisis of two weeks ago... prompted me to brave up and tackle Sears once and for all. (I have to go through them to have a replacement issued.) The sales rep remembered me... not because he was the one helping me last time I went - he commented that he OBSERVED my controlled frustration... or something like that. In the end, this blessed man helped me get one step closer to the finish line as we have to wait until Feb 11th for delivery. We won’t die for lack of a functioning washer until then. I am confident of that! 

Andrei has enlightened me at least a dozen times on how great the garage clean up went while I was away - so that he can successfully park his fancy battery powered car inside. I have no idea where the heck the “stuff” went that used to be neatly stored along the walls. I’ve not braved the basement, but I suspect it’s all been moved there. I will remain in denial until summer. 

Two of the kids claim they were starving the whole time I was away. The other kid claims those kids are babies and whiners. Everyone ate every morsel of food I prepared today - so we will never know. 

The dog refuses to sit on the couch and insists upon plopping herself on my lap while I fold mountains of laundry and sort through luggage cubes. 

This is my home. My family. The place where I’m planted for this season. There really isn’t anything glamorous or fancy about it. It’s simple. Pleasant. It’s home. 

It’s where I can wake up at 4am and be told to go to another room. It’s where we dump our dirty laundry and trip over it while moving about... it’s where we get frustrated and make mountains of dishes and the trash is piled high. 

But it’s ours... the place where God has placed five people and a crazy dog with a door swung wide for anyone to come and join us. Where the tea kettle is ready to warm and the Keurig can make coffee in a heartbeat. Where we can’t find our stuff because it’s moved - but if you need it and we can find it - you can have it or borrow it! 

It’s home. Dear sweet home.  And for this place I am ever so grateful…