Boring musings on the theft of time.

   Unbeknownst to you, this is my second blog post in the past week. I spent an hour writing one last week that was somehow deleted by blogpost >:-(.  In my shallow frustration, I refused to rewrite the entire thing so the world will never know how my last week went.  It's just as well because this post will be much better anyway!
    Too many things have been pulling pieces of my time away from me! I think there's enough time in the day for me to do what needs to be done, but I don't have the energy for it all!  Mr. Incredible is home in the mornings and doesn't have to be at work until 3pm. I love having him around, but since this is our family time, it's hard to get the cleaning and schoolwork done in the morning. get's pushed to the afternoon, and I'll be honest. My energy levels plummet in the afternoon. The baby is taking a nap, half the time Miss Firecracker needs a nap too, and the sleepiness is contagious! 
    And then today I'm asked to help teach Sunday school at a church we've been visiting. I was taught that if someone at church asks you to do something, you do it. End of story. However, I have to watch my commitments very closely, and I don't know that I have that kind of availability right now. I miss teaching at church, but I'm not sure this is the best season of life to take something else on right now. And that's not even considering the fact that I'm not sure this is the church where we want to plant ourselves.  This particular church that we've been visiting has slowly but surely been reeling us in.  It would be so easy to to become a part of this church. We fit in the with the people really well. It's been very easy for us to connect to people there. On the other hand, I can see how we would become very comfortable very quickly here. Almost too comfortable. It would be easy to fill up my time  with "good" things, good church things, but run out of time for the rest of the world. We've already been there, done that, and I'm not interested in getting too cozy with the culture of Christianity again. I'm not blaming this church of that, just seeing how  this environment would make it easy for us to slide back to where we were in that respect.   
    Anyway, I feel more and more at home here in Charleston. We're getting a routine down, making some friends, and getting used to all being together again. It finally feels normal again to have Jon around all the time! Don't laugh at that by the way. I know it's weird, but I got used to him being the weekend dad/husband.  Hmmm, this blog post has kind of gone all over the place! Perhaps having "The Backyardigans" on in the background had something to do with that...


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