Bitty E saw two logo’ed pens from our church in the center console of my car.
“Mom, did you take those from the church?”
{I have this weird thing where I’m trying not to lie to her. Like, ever. It’s a serious pain in my neck and I want to throw it off a bridge. Most of the time I can get away with a side step or a little jig, but not this time…I haven’t had enough law school to dance around that one…mostly because I’ve had less law school than Mike Ross…}
“Yes, I did.”
“Well, then you should return them. It’s not nice to take things without asking.”
{I mean, who’s teaching her this stuff? Is it me? Is it the kindergarten teacher? Is it that warm fuzzy lady who reads to all the kindergarteners before school? Cause I mean…}
{Let’s just say: if you need someone to drive the getaway car–DON’T ASK BITTY E.}
Conveniently, we were in the church parking lot, so CONVENIENTLY, we were able to march ourselves right up to the church receptionist and return those pens. She {of course} told bitty E she would return them straight to our pastor. I am praying that she did, because then I can begin a list of the people who are starting to understand what we’re dealing with here, because two people makes a list:
- kindergarten teacher
- pastor
This is not what I got on here to write about.
Hey, guess what? That little passion project I’ve been working on is now live. It’s the companion site for our study Engaging Motherhood, Heart Preparation for a Holy Calling. The site is for mamas of all ages and stages, and if you’re not one–no big deal–but would you just tell one you know about us? The site is www.engagingmotherhood.com and all the content/articles/Monday morning email offerings are totally free. I still have some work to do on it, but man does it feel good to have the hulk of it behind me. I’m so proud of the words the contributors have written on those digital pages…no lists, no try-harders, no formulas…just grace for the hard days of mothering. I hope you enjoy.
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In gardening news I’m very sad to report that the little pumpkin who could no longer can.
RIP, most protected pumpkin plant ever.
A friend told me to surround it with eggshells and coffee grounds. I took the shells of about three dozen eggs out there over the course of two weeks. But I think we both underestimated the rabidness of the rabbits.
I know I shouldn’t be so sad about this as it’s not really a problem compared to the problems of the world, or say, my actual problem that I will one day have to explain to the bitties how I know so many Wiz Khalifa lyrics…but still. I’m bummed about it. I really was hoping for a home-grown pumpkin this year.
Which leads to my favorite gardening-ism: there’s always next year. It’s also probably the best thing about gardening. I get to wipe this hot mess of a slate clean and start over again next year.
Yep. There’s always next year.
I really should write that down. If only I had a pen…
