I Want That Mountain (of ironing)

Hello, Dear Reader. How are you?
Did you have a good weekend? I hope so.
We have had just one good day after another.
They seem to be blurring into
each other as they pass so quickly.
But I know they are good because
I just feel so happy and content and
aware of the blessings with which I am daily loaded down.

My three big kids are at VBS this morning. They definitely seemed like big kids to me too because when I took them this morning, nobody gave me a second look. They went to their little classes and that was that. Nobody wanted me to stay. Nobody even looked sad or worried about me leaving. So I just took my Baby J and left (and got a frappe at McDonalds).

So I'll have quiet mornings this week once the kids are taken to VBS. It's kind of strange to be without them. I had to run errands all over town this morning. My big goal for the week is to get this MOUNTAIN of laundry waiting to be ironed out of the way by the end of the week. It shouldn't take but maybe two of these mornings to get it done (I hope!). I'm so sick of it. I shouldn't be so particular about having things ironed, but that's just how I am. I can't help it. I don't like me or my family to look wrinkled or rumpled. Apparently the Teddy Bear Family does
all their ironing on Tuesdays, so I'll wait and hit
that job tomorrow. I've used up my time on other things
this morning and now Baby J is awake and wondering
where the milk truck is.
That would be me.