Dist Take Off Your Pants...and More

I had a good time with the Lord today.  I needed it. In a bad way. I started a new birth control and it has made me a little over-sensitive and irrational. Not good. I don't do extra sensitivity and extra irrationality well. So, Deuteronomy served me well today. 

I had three shots this morning in preparation for my India trip. I cannot believe we leave in just over a month. Add being out of the country for two weeks to my current emotional state and you have a train wreck. Actually, maybe I should use another mental picture, please no train wrecks Lord. 

This evening while Noah and I tried to snuggle on the couch, his little feet kept nudging my upper buttox. My shots were extremely sore. I yelped each time. I guess he finally had had enough of my outcries of pain because he said, "dist stand up and take your pants off and let me see what's so wrong with you." After that, I cooled it with the yelps.

I did one load of laundry today. 

I considered that a success. 

I have a new system. 

It's pretty novel. 

It goes like this: wash, dry, fold, put away. Repeat. Novel, I tell ya. 

I used to do this: wash, dry, wash another, pull load #1 out of the dryer, lay them on bed, move load #2 to dryer, wash load #3...you get the picture. I constantly had a load of cloths in the washer, the dryer and somewhere around the house to be folded. 

My new theory is working much better. Something about being able to move a load straight to the dryer without having to take another out is great. 

We went to dinner at Chic-fil-a with some friends. They may be ex-friends after the adventure they encountered tonight. Either that, or they may never decide to have children. Kayt "dirtied"

in her diaper while playing in the play area. I just let her be. It was way too cold to go out to the car to get another diaper. Plus, she didn't seem to mind.

Brad thought it would be fun to get a milk shake. I tried to warn him what would happen when he tried to consume ice cream in the presence of the children. He was confident that he could just tell them no and eat it by himself. Wrong. I tried to warn him. Two little monsters emerged when the milkshake was in sight. I didn't know who to feel sorrier for, Brad not getting to eat any of his milkshake, Noah for spilling more than he ate, Kayt for squealing so loud that all the customers were staring, the floor for the sticky mess they left or me for observing ALL of the chaos. Humph.

I pick me.