fake courage on alb day. its working.

Oh hi.

Didn’t see you there.

So today is ALB day. Which means us 6 youngest are home alone with these terrors. From early morning to midnight. I have been praying without ceasing. Literally. And so far all has gone well. And I have it planned that as soon as a kid explodes we are pulling out the face paint. Perhaps that will jerk them into reality again. We just finished lunch… and now I’m free until 1:15. Annnd then I’m on till 3:00. So that’s a little too long but that’s ok. And then I’m off till 4:45 and then on till 6:00. And then one more half hour in the evening… and then put my boys to bed. So my only goal is to keep everyone from getting mad and we will be fine. If all goes well then you could almost switch your mind to thinking Alb day is fun. No house papas and just a few girls. WAY MORE WORK though.

Anyways.

NEWS FLASH. My best sister named Jenna and her wonderful husband named Joel and perhaps little sister neigh are coming on the 11th. Wow. Truly that is what is keeping me going. The sun is shining hot into this office window. Warming my freckled arm and giving my brain a boost. I miss being outside. I can very easily tell that when the kids are outside when I’m on duty I’m SO much more relaxed and happy. Vitamin D.

House papas Chris and Drea Nikkle are leaving around the 20th. Delton and Valerie Wiebe are replacing them and arriving around the 12th. You can pray for that all apparently it’s pretty hard on the kids to have the papas change.

What other facts do you want to know?

I have 141 days left.

The weather here is amazing.

My new favorite breakfast is biscuits and gravy.

I am now the third girl up.

My favorite thing is mail.

My finger nails are still purple. (Painted by a three year old) they had mountains and ridges of dripping nail polish. I had to clean them up just a little.

Sometimes when I’m stressed I cry… and then I remember what my daddy said. To take a deep breathe.

My bible is read frequently. It’s like when it is on my lap I’m not homesick or scared or lonely. So almost all my breaks I read a couple verses. Soak it in. I want to memorize some so I can say them when a kid is punching me. I’ve been asking the kids what Jesus would do... That works for a little bit.

Anybody can shoot me an email… use cccgallup@gmail.com

Ok. I need to run down the little cobblestone path,

and down the brick stairs to the square black mail box.

Perhaps you have sent me a letter.

Maybe I’ll write again today… ill see.

Ill pray for you if you pray for me.