Yesterday Bliss and the boys came over for dinner. We take turns hosting on evenings when our husbands are at Hebrew and then go directly to work. The children get a break in their day, we get adult conversation, and everyone’s happy.
Tonight a couple from our small group at church came over to grill. We have a grill. They don’t. We like their company. They wanted to grill. It was a good deal for all involved. We grilled red meat, which we ate without apology, and discussed all manner of things, from History (they are both Church History doctoral candidates. I was the dumbest person in the room.) to Theology to ecclesiology and polity to the TV show Frasier and salad recipes.
As I was mopping the floor this afternoon, preparing for their arrival, I realized that while my house is clearly decorated in Early Childhood, it did not take that long to get ready for guests. I wasn’t freaking out about the house, I wasn’t in a panic because I had spent the morning running errands. When the snickerdoodle needed to eat, I was able to feed her until she was full without feeling like the clock was running down on me.
I feel like life is getting back to normal and I like it.