Last night we had a home group here… it was really refreshing. I love having people in our house, and several people ate soup and cornbread, too, which was great. There is something very satisfying about feeding people. The meeting ran till about 11, which is kinda how we roll.
Logically, I SHOULD miss you…
Toby was put to bed at 7:45 and wreaked havoc and reveled in lawlessness until probably 10:30. He ran around his room, put all the shoes in his sister’s crib, jumped on bubble wrap, got spanked a couple of times, drew all over his door and his person with a dry erase marker and then when I refused to bathe him, he did it himself. And I quote, “I jist put the nakins in the potty and I jist wash myself!” Ugh. The smell of e-coli was no doubt, soothing, so then he fell asleep.
Life is good. It’s confusing good, because it seems like I should miss everyone in Texas more, or that I should want to be there- and I do, sometimes. Ultimately, though, I feel such contentment and so much in-the-right-place-ness. So that’s strange for me.
In other news, I am kinda getting over how ugly my kitchen is and just cooking anyway. I found a recipe for biscuits made with mayonnaise (and I don’t DO mayonnaise) and they are so easy and fluffy and great- and then today I baked chicken and it came out perfect! Now, the concern is, we are moving into the cold months here. Last winter I stayed inside all winter and baked, and gained weight. I am still hanging on to that weight, and will I be adding more due to snow-mandated-cookie-baking? Concerning. Mmm. Cookies.