Praise the Lord

That's it. Just praise the Lord, my goal for the day. How can I go wrong with that goal?

After I last posted, I walked across to the house and saw the sun rising. What a glorious way to start the day, even if you are a nervous wreck, which I was. The sunrise made me smile. And thank God. And I walked into the house and saw that the painters finished all that they said they would. Still some work to do, but the crucial areas that needed to be ready for the tilers were done. AND --- I am in love with Fresh Thyme, the color now covering part of my kitchen and laundry room. It's gorgeous.

I walked through the house and then came home where I watched Kevin limp off to work. He is sadly sore from laying the laminate floor in the school room yesterday.

Since it was barely after 6:00 a.m. by that time, I sat and prayed the rosary and then read Mark 16. There are several scriptures from that chapter in the mystery I prayed today, and I wanted to read them in their entirety.

Being up so early, I even had time to give myself a pedicure before the kids woke up. There's something to be said for a day that starts with viewing the Sunrise, praying, and shining up your toenails!

Praise the Lord even further -- the tile guys showed up at 9:00 a.m. and started working. I walked around the upstairs replacing ugly switchplates and outlet covers with simple cheapy white ones and the kids watched the tile guys work. We are gloriously on schedule for the move date.

Now we're home and it's time to catch our breath before I start packing more boxes. Next time I complain about my attitude, remind me to rise early, watch the sunrise, and pray. Things could have gone wrong after that (still could) but I'm way better prepared to handle them. The pink toenails don't hurt, either.