But at least I made his!
Enjoy your day and enjoy your lunch!
Easter was a fun, relaxing day around our house. After church we went to Pappasitos – because nothing says Easter lunch like a fajita and some chips and salsa now does it? Our friends the Pauls (who also have four kids – so we need a table for like 20) came too and the kids got to do an egg hunt there. The Easter bunny who wears a sombrero and a Mexican blanket wasn’t there this year which was about twelve kinds of wrong for me.
He is risen!
He is risen indeed!
I don’t know about you but I started off the morning singing “Christ the Lord is risen today”.
Isn’t that what you are supposed to do? 🙂
Then I got to teach Sunday School and we looked at John’s account of the encounter between Mary Magdalene and Jesus when Mary came to find the empty tomb. Studying it this week caused me to fall in love with so many parts of that passage (one of the perks of meditating on scripture!). It is a short encounter but yet so rich.
PS You have probably seen this, but if you haven’t, you should watch it through to the end. It’s like an Easter service led by Vince Gill and Carrie Underwood.
Yesterday the primer went on the walls of Bill’s study. It stunk to high heaven. It made me feel woozy and light headed and gave me a terrible headache. And that was only after one hour. As soon as I saw (actually smelled) what they were doing I quickly got ready and spent the rest of the day running errands.
My first stop was to go pick out a new front door. I smelled something in the door store but didn’t think too much about it. Then the sales person said … “Something just REEKS of paint. It’s so strong I think I’m going to pass out.” She began smelling all the doors around us thinking one was freshly painted.
Then I sheepishly said …. “I think it might be me” and she (I kid you not) smelled me and said … “IT IS YOU”.
Y’all I smelled like primer and primer stinks. I had JUST taken a shower too. That smelled seeped into me something awful.
I drove down the street to another door place and as the salesperson was printing out my paperwork she said … “OH, the paint smell is AWFUL” … and I couldn’t even bring myself to tell her it was me.
I did spend the entire rest of the day trying to air out!
Although we are still a long way away from yelling … “Bus driver, MOVE THAT BUS!” like they do on Extreme Makeover Home Edition, there are some rooms that are ready to do a reveal.
This is the bathroom that Caroline and Jacob share … and I think it’s a great combination of masculine and feminine.
Stay tuned for more! In the meantime I’ll be trying to rid myself of the primer stink! It’s AWFUL.SHARE
It’s good to be back.SHARE
I know the blog has been radio silent for almost a month now … and to be honest, there were days I wondered if it would come back at all. Trust me … the last 30 days have held TONS of stories … but I was too tired and overwhelmed to write them.
For me, moving seemed much like living through the hurricane … except it was longer. There was such a whirlwind of packing, moving, there was a time we had no electricity at the Gretel house, there was a time where we lost power at the new house (after we had moved everything to the freezer over here) and so we had to cook what we could and throw away the rest, there were days I was so hot and so tired and days I wondered if I would ever feel normal again. I’m telling you … it was just like the hurricane. We were grimy, icky … and we still have no kitchen or TV
But we are moved in and things are moving forward and there are days it feels like just maybe we will be normal again. This past weekend was a big step towards that. I “got to” go speak to a church group at Camp Tejas. It was a great group and a fantastic facility. I don’t know why, but it made me feel like I would be back to myself one day.
Bottom line is that moving is hard. Even harder when you haven’t moved in 16 years, you’ve had four kids since you’ve moved, and your purge was taking on epic proportions. It was crazy.
Spring Break we worked and worked and worked and the kids were great. It wasn’t the most glamorous of Spring Breaks but we were thankful to have a week long break from being slaves to the schedule.
Here were some parting shots from our Gretel house:
Pics of the new house, before and afters … and yes perhaps a few of the stories of the last month are to come. But for now … I need sleep.
I’m sure you understand.SHARE