Rain, Rain, Beautiful Rain

Oh this is a lovely day to sit at my quilt. I am about to get there, but wanted to update a little. I don’t have many exciting things to say today but I am feeling that little spark of inspiration burning again. It hasn’t been there for a while. I think the whirlwind of the holidays had kept it from lighting for long, but I see a glimmer of it staying for a while now.

I will soon update Ivan’s blog regarding his latest escapades. Briefly, here, I will state that I was SO EMBARRASSED on Sunday when he threw his half eaten banana, peel and all, at Pastor Davis. He hit him on the shoulder. Oh my…it took me a good while to get past that. Still shudder a bit when I think about it. Pastor Davis thought it was funny…at least that’s what he acted like. I didn’t.

Yesterday was MLK day and Owen didn’t have school. I made up my mind to just focus on him and do some of the things that he’s been wanting to do. He and I curled up in my bed and read together for most of the day. We stopped to play checkers a couple times and we all ate together and the other two boys got some one on one time as well, but it was mostly me and Owen. I still got four loads of laundry DONE. Like washed, dried, folded and put away done. Dinner was prepared and I even washed all my dishes before I went to bed.

I know some of you would never, ever, go to bed with dirty dishes on your counter. I do it fairly frequently. I know it’s kind of gross, but you know what? I can do it a lot faster in the morning because I’m one of those people that gets very emotional and overwhelmed in the evenings but I feel ordered and clear (not happy and perky by any means, just clear headed) when I wake up in the morning. So if I look at my dirty dishes and want to cry. I just turn the light off and wait until morning. I don’t feel like crying in the morning…no matter how caked on the casserole gets. It’s just one of those quirky things. I’ve learned to be okay with some of my quirky things.