A Week In The Life…

 

Jan 3rd –

 

 

That morning the hubster and I worked in a phone date… a tricky thing to do with a seven hour time difference and his jam-packed schedule of mingling πŸ˜‰

The bro in law and nieces came over later that morning… the bro had a new hose to put on the washing machine, which had begun leaking at midnight, the night Mike had left 😜

I worked on some custom art pieces I’d been asked to do, for a good chunk of the rest of the day😊

 

 

I avoided the home of my raisers that day, as most over there were ill 😬

 

Jan 4th –

 

Cleaning day in town πŸ’πŸ»β€β™€οΈ

I did that for the morning and then Mom drove me home, where I unpacked groceries and then napped😜

We live near a train track and most of the time it’s not in use, but that morning it had went by and when it does the horn is blared, multiple times, the house shakes… and the sleep stops 😜

The kittens get real excited when they spot a fly in the house and I couldn’t help but be amused by their synchronized watching πŸ˜‹

 

Father retrieved me on his way back from work and I joined the others for supper 😊

Pancakes… specialty ones gracing our spots at the table πŸ˜‰πŸ‘ŒπŸ»

 

 

Jan 5th –

 

After a slow morning at my place I got a ride over to my other home πŸ˜‹

I went for moral support, as my sister was making unicorn cake for my nieces birthday πŸ˜‰πŸ¦„
I wasn’t needed at all, moral or otherwise, which I expected, so I went to work lettering a piece.

Once with wrong capitalization, again to the point of completion AND being pleased with the outcome.
Until later, when I noticed a spelling mistake that couldn’t be fixed 😫

I tend to make more spelling mistakes when I β€˜letter’ as I get thinking about the shape of the letters and not the words themselves πŸ€¦πŸ»β€β™€οΈ
So, that’ll have to be re-done…again…some other day.

The cake ended up looking great and I left with a friend who had come to make use of my husband less days and spend the night at my place 😜

 

 

Jan 6th –

After a full evening of entertaining conversations and conclusions on life matters the night before, my friend and my’s morning started slowly πŸ˜‰
Eventually a fruit tray was complied for nourishment beyond hot liquids 😜

The visit was pleasant and after we parted ways, I headed to the Bro’s for a family dinner of pizza and wings from Pizza Hut… the best place to get boneless wings in my opinion 🀀😍

 

It was also time to taste the magic of the unicorn πŸ˜œπŸ‘ŒπŸ»πŸ¦„

 

 

Jan 7th –

 

I rode to church with the sister-in-law and her littles and enjoyed that morning’s service.

 

It was about having a tender heart.
Oddly enough I’d been thinking about the very same thing that morning whilst sipping my java.

 

How that after personal tragedies and loss, we are more tender and aware of what we do, what we say, how we treat others etc. and how those feelings fade over time.

 

A tender hearted person is willing to admit when they are wrong, to say sorry and not grudgingly so, but because they really want to.

A tender heart is highly appreciative, aware that what we do effects others, prayerful about situations.

An example was given of how a grandparent treats a grandchild. Even if that child does something wrong/annoying, a grandparent is willing to overlook it, where if it was any other child doing it, they would have reacted differently.

I found it all interesting and a subject that I can probably use reminding of much more often.

 

After service I was returned to my home and instead of my usual Sunday afternoon nap, it was a phone date with the hubby.

I must really like him if I skipped a nap, for a phone call 😏

 

That evening, the sister and nieces came over.
Why?
For a sleep over of course…maybe not the poshest ofΒ sleepovers, compared to some, but hey πŸ’πŸ»β€β™€οΈ
The lack of extra pillows, lack of milk in the house as I don’t drink it, lack of actual food items that aren’t ketchup etc. and even an unexpected lack of toilet paper… didn’t effect us all that much😜

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