Sing-a-long Sunday

Hey Dear Reader.
It's Sunday night. Are you ready for tomorrow?
Are you ready for a new week?
Believe it or not, I am.
I don't mean "I'm ready" as in
"Yeee-haw! Bring it on! I can't wait."
No, no. That's not how I am ready.
I'm ready as in "I am prepared."
It's 8:30 on Sunday night and
either I am totally delusional
(which is a very real possibility)
or I am actually prepared to start our second quarter
of school in the morning.
After a lovely two week break
that seemed much like a vapor.

We had a busy but good weekend.
Saturday night I was just thinking about how lovely
and blessed our life is when we were trying to get
the four babes run through bathtubs (and showers)
and we were also playing (and singing along with)
our favorite Pomplamoose songs--all because I got a tune
of theirs stuck in my head. They have a couple of songs
that are REALLY cute. And I just think they are just
the cutest couple. And I wonder about them,
like if they are still together, if they got married, if his
grandmother danced at their wedding, why her parents
lived in France, are they vegetarians,
...and many other things.
(Because I could so easily be a stalker.
Not a scary stalker,
but a happy, helpful, gift-bearing stalker.).
If you click on their name above, it should take you
to one of my favorite songs by them. I am singing it
in my head at this very moment. :)
But anyway, this was the soundtrack the other night
to bathing children and air guitar on the bed and
fresh-smelling babies dancing naked
...I love moments like that,
when we are just busy and all here together doing
ordinary things but having a marvelous time doing it.
I love that my kids will just join in with me an belt out
the songs that they know.
Saturday morning it was a Judy Garland CD
because I kept singing the song Chicago over and over
to Baby J so I finally had to
break out her CD and sing a duet.
(She loves for me to sing with her!)
But then my favorite time of singing together was today,
in our little pew at church, lined up in a row. Lovely K and
Big E can read and they have their own books and sing along.
Sweet T usually has his own hymnal because he is learning
to find the page numbers. And he sings too, nice and loud,
though it's not always actual words that he sings,
and sometimes he's belting it out when the rest of
the congregation pauses or stops.
But that doesn't happen very often.
How nice it will be when Baby J joins us in our little pew
with our little hymnals,
all of us in a row.

We had a guest speaker today who is
always such a blessing to me.
And I just love love love his wife.
She is someone I just want to sit down and talk to,
have her talk to me. I don't have anything she needs
to hear, but I would love to listen to her and just drink it in.
She is one of those ladies that I look at and think
"That's what I want to be like."
She is just such a tremendous example of
a godly Christian woman.
I'd like to tap into her wisdom and experience.

So it's Sunday night, like I said,
and I actually have a bit of time here that I don't
have obligated to anything. I don't have to clean up
the kitchen or dig through school stuff or anything.
The laundry can wait until tomorrow
(Scarlett O'Hara's rules for domestic bliss).
I am going to just do whatever in the world I want to do
for this last hour, because once my head hits the pillow,
that is actually the beginning of the week.
That's the much needed sleep that prepares me for tomorrow.
So before I get to that,
I'm going to get comfy and read something for pleasure
or just watch TV or look at a catalog
and maybe have a cup of tea.
It's the end of fall break as we know it.
And I feel fine.