Making, from Lemons, Lemonade

(Or: My Weekend of Making Lemonade from the Biggest, Sourest, Yellowist Lemons in Town)

• Remind myself of Oprah's writing (after one of her dogs died) something like: what is it I can learn from this that nothing else can teach me?  Ask myself what I can learn from my situation.
• Remind myself that all things will work together for good because I love God and have been called according to his purpose (Romans 8:28).
• Request prayer.
• Go from mid-length to short.

• Remember that baking soda takes the sting out of bee stings.  Wonder if it will take the itch out of flea bites?  Make a paste and dot the Wild Orange.  Allow myself to laugh when she runs, diapered and dusty, into the living room and announces: "Look, Daddy!  I a giant cookie!"  (The baking soda does seem comforting, by the way, so I dotted her a second time, tonight.)
• Vacuum.
• Do the Sunday school / church thing with the family plus Cade's our curly-headed friend.
•  Facilitate a gentle family meeting in which I draw a complex (but easily understood) analogy between fleas and behavioral issues.  Put a plan in motion.  Join hands and pray.  Move a step closer to thanking God for the fleas.
• Donate some unused items.
• Clean out and vacuum van.
• Flea-bomb house.
• In an attempt to make the mountain manageable, launder 75% of our dirty laundry--at one fell swoop--at the laundromat.
• Watch MeMe blow bubbles and ride her tricycle at the laundromat.

"I do it!"

 

• Buy peach milkshakes for all.
• Make the children's beds with fresh sheets and blankets.
• Vacuum some more.
• Blog.