First, let me tell you that I have actually blogged in the past three weeks of silence. I was just never able to grab enough time to finish the posts. I have many lovely drafts running, with excellent thoughts to share on bubble-wrapping our children, whether the Pope has deified Mary (I’ll give you a hint – he has not), my conversion story, and I don’t even remember what else. So stay tuned. One of these days, life will settle down and I’ll have time to right a truly excellent blog post.
In the mean time, you’re stuck with this, a quick and dirty Boo-is-asleep-and-I’ve finished-my-most-urgent-Inkwell-business-so-I’m-going-to-see-if-I-can-write-seven-quick-takes-in-twenty-minutes blog post. And just writing that last sentence with all the dashes took me three, so prepare to be disappointed.
In a nutshell, life in my house is crazy. But wait. It should be but it actually isn’t. We’ve rented the house, have to be out in less than a month, haven’t found a new house yet, are driving a half hour to and from school (yes, each way), Dude has football practice four to five times a week, plus games, I’m working a couple hours each day, with no childcare… and yet I’m honestly not stressed out. I can only speak for myself, of course. Ray might be a *little* stressed.
Part of it is that Ray’s handling much of the driving. He takes the kids to school three to four times a week, and does the same for football practice. And then part of it is child neglect. Boo is watching more TV than any child should. Part of it is that I’ve done very little packing, which I’m sure will come back to bite me. Then there’s the convenient part of being at a new church where I have little to no volunteer commitments… and the fact that I haven’t posted to my blog in weeks.
But I think much of it is a Grace thing. When this all started, I had a long talk with God and told him that I’d never get through this without him. I haven’t, and I won’t.
Attempting to add to any chaos that might exist is my lovely iPhone. I hate my iPhone. I used to love my iPhone, but then I got a new one and now I hate my iPhone. I don’t often use profanity but Ray’s kind of the one person who knows I used to talk like a sailor and if I don’t throw it in occasionally he thinks he lost his wife completely to that Jesus dude. So, I allow myself the luxury of texting things like this:
This was brought on by the fact that, last night at football practice, my phone mysteriously deleted all of my contacts. ALL OF THEM. My husband became a number. My mom and dad became a number. My sisters and closest friends became numbers. I currently have two contacts, both of which I’ve recreated in the last 18 hours.
The phone says it’s over-capacity. I’ve tried numerous times to delete all of the photos when I sync to my computer, but it won’t do it. So I wind up going in and deleting them one by one. Yes, I have found a simpler way, but it’s still not the way it’s supposed to happen.
I think my phone has been possessed by a demon, intent on getting me to use profanity in texts. And then share it on my Christian blog.
Update: I’ve deleted all but about 20 photos on my phone and it still says I’m over capacity by 3.05 GB. I’d like to use more profanity here, but instead I’ll settle for…
Largely due to messing around with my phone problems, I wasn’t able to finish this during Boo’s nap. Now it’s Saturday morning and I have good news. Ray was able to restore my phone. Hallelujah! It didn’t even require a priest.
Not that I really thought my phone was possessed by a demon, but I thought it worth noting that, last night, as I was reading The Story of a Soul: The Autobiography of the Little Flower (Tan Classics), I came across the following:
“As yet I had not experienced that ‘to the pure all things are pure,’ that a simple and upright soul does not see evil in anything, because evil only exists in impure hearts and not in inanimate objects.”
I had to laugh. Of course, it comes as no surprise to me that St. Therese just totally called me out as an impure soul. Following the news these days makes it a little difficult to conceive of being so pure and upright that one sees evil in nothing. And I remember that the Pope recently said that one of Satan’s greatest victories is convincing the world that he (Satan) doesn’t exist. Nonetheless, these words are a good reminder that we are to see Jesus in everyone. Even the terrorists and the murderers. And, yes, even our husbands who are really stressed out and neighbors who don’t take care of their yards when we’re trying to sell our houses.
On that note, I would ask for your prayers for our family. That, if it’s God’s will, we will quickly find a house in which we can all be happy, or that if He prefers to wait and teach us patience, that we can find peace in this transition and blessings in the unknowns.
**Thanks!** And feel free to add your own prayer requests in the comments section.
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