While You Were Out... Pt. 5
Shari is on a kayak trip with YD Adventures, two volunteers, and five students from Lolo Community Church. While she's gone, I'll be posting our daily happenings so she can read all that happened while she was gone. I know I won't remember it all, and some will even be worth remembering. Pt. 4 was supposed to be my last post, but, due to leaving late, locking keys in the van, and a few other sundry items, they're a bit late... they won't be home until after 11:00 pm. Oh, well. So, this will be my last post to Shari. Enjoy the adventure.
This morning I was awoke at 6:00 - w/o an alarm. My system is simply used to getting up, which is nice. However, at 7:00, Benjamin came in and woke me up again. At least he slept that long. We all enjoyed a breakfast of bagels and pop tarts from the backpacking trip, then jumped into getting the house ready for Shari. Mark had a hard time doing his share of the chores, but he got 'em done. Matthew is such a compassionate son, he was more than willing to help Mark, which I highly affirmed. Mark and Matthew are both tremendously compassionate and caring about each other, as well as others. It's cool to see. I also called and made a dr. appt. for next Tuesday. Here's the story: At 7th grade camp, while trying to rescue Shari and her raft of students of a large rock, I jammed my foot in between a couple of rocks, and got a tremendous shooting pain on a spot on the outside curve of my foot. I didn't think much of it at the time, though I was tempted to talk to the nurse about it by Friday. Then I got sick, and my foot was a minor issue. Well, two weeks later, it still hurts, and there's a sharp nob sticking out where there isn't one on my other foot. So, I have deduced that something's not right, and thus made a dr.'s appt. Pretty smart, eh?
Around 10:00, Mrs. P. called asking when I thought I would be returning with her son from camp. That should have been a warning, but I simply assumed she was planning her Saturday, so we talked, then I continued working. I got the bathroom almost completely cleaned, the both floors vacuumed (except our room), the sheets on our bed changed, and a load of laundry folded. Then Michael called around 11:10 to ask, "Where are you?" It seems that jr. high camps (7th, 8th, and 9th grade) go from Monday to Saturday, but 4th and 5th graders only go until Friday. Oops! One of our church elders, who had been volunteering up there, agreed to bring the boys to Missoula, and I went and picked them up from there. I didn't forget them! I just got the coming home day wrong.
I spent the afternoon dealing with multiple "accidents" by Ben, finding foster care for our boys while we're at high school camp next weekend, and other sundry chores around the house. After hurting his brothers' feelings a few times, Michael tearfully admitted that he had developed some bad habits (and bad company) at camp, and committed to working hard to love his brothers rather than shoving them away because he wanted to do what he wanted to do. That wonderful flesh, with all it's selfishness - I find myself struggling with it, and I try and help my boys see it for what it is when it raises its ugly head... such as not wanting to share in household chores because one would rather be playing than working. Michael has a tender heart towards God, and when stuff like that occurs, he's quick to repent, not just say he's sorry. It's a great gift from God.
For dinner tonight I barbecued pork steaks. They weren't the best because I didn't think to marinate the meat before hand, but they weren't bad, and I cooked outside instead of heating up the oven. We also had frozen grapes (they're like candy to all of us) and green beans. I was really proud of Matthew and Benjamin, who don't like beans. They did a great job of eating them... seeing as they wanted more grapes. I also enjoyed our first garden tomato with a little salt and pepper. It was delicious.
The boys finished all their chores, dinner, and getting ready for bed in plenty of time for a story, so we enjoyed reading the second chapter of "The Silver Chair" together. After they went to bed, I mopped the kitchen and entryway for the third time this week, and mopped the bathroom, too. Michael and Ben went right to sleep, but Mark and Matthew are in their yukkin' it up. They just don't understand that it's time to sleep, though the heat does make it difficult.
This morning I was awoke at 6:00 - w/o an alarm. My system is simply used to getting up, which is nice. However, at 7:00, Benjamin came in and woke me up again. At least he slept that long. We all enjoyed a breakfast of bagels and pop tarts from the backpacking trip, then jumped into getting the house ready for Shari. Mark had a hard time doing his share of the chores, but he got 'em done. Matthew is such a compassionate son, he was more than willing to help Mark, which I highly affirmed. Mark and Matthew are both tremendously compassionate and caring about each other, as well as others. It's cool to see. I also called and made a dr. appt. for next Tuesday. Here's the story: At 7th grade camp, while trying to rescue Shari and her raft of students of a large rock, I jammed my foot in between a couple of rocks, and got a tremendous shooting pain on a spot on the outside curve of my foot. I didn't think much of it at the time, though I was tempted to talk to the nurse about it by Friday. Then I got sick, and my foot was a minor issue. Well, two weeks later, it still hurts, and there's a sharp nob sticking out where there isn't one on my other foot. So, I have deduced that something's not right, and thus made a dr.'s appt. Pretty smart, eh?
Around 10:00, Mrs. P. called asking when I thought I would be returning with her son from camp. That should have been a warning, but I simply assumed she was planning her Saturday, so we talked, then I continued working. I got the bathroom almost completely cleaned, the both floors vacuumed (except our room), the sheets on our bed changed, and a load of laundry folded. Then Michael called around 11:10 to ask, "Where are you?" It seems that jr. high camps (7th, 8th, and 9th grade) go from Monday to Saturday, but 4th and 5th graders only go until Friday. Oops! One of our church elders, who had been volunteering up there, agreed to bring the boys to Missoula, and I went and picked them up from there. I didn't forget them! I just got the coming home day wrong.
I spent the afternoon dealing with multiple "accidents" by Ben, finding foster care for our boys while we're at high school camp next weekend, and other sundry chores around the house. After hurting his brothers' feelings a few times, Michael tearfully admitted that he had developed some bad habits (and bad company) at camp, and committed to working hard to love his brothers rather than shoving them away because he wanted to do what he wanted to do. That wonderful flesh, with all it's selfishness - I find myself struggling with it, and I try and help my boys see it for what it is when it raises its ugly head... such as not wanting to share in household chores because one would rather be playing than working. Michael has a tender heart towards God, and when stuff like that occurs, he's quick to repent, not just say he's sorry. It's a great gift from God.
For dinner tonight I barbecued pork steaks. They weren't the best because I didn't think to marinate the meat before hand, but they weren't bad, and I cooked outside instead of heating up the oven. We also had frozen grapes (they're like candy to all of us) and green beans. I was really proud of Matthew and Benjamin, who don't like beans. They did a great job of eating them... seeing as they wanted more grapes. I also enjoyed our first garden tomato with a little salt and pepper. It was delicious.
The boys finished all their chores, dinner, and getting ready for bed in plenty of time for a story, so we enjoyed reading the second chapter of "The Silver Chair" together. After they went to bed, I mopped the kitchen and entryway for the third time this week, and mopped the bathroom, too. Michael and Ben went right to sleep, but Mark and Matthew are in their yukkin' it up. They just don't understand that it's time to sleep, though the heat does make it difficult.
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