To Hear God's Heart...

This year has started off fabulously. 

Mostly fabulously. 

Kinda fabulously? Nah, I'll stick with fabulously.

The kids are adjusting so well I can hardly believe it. LH brought home a stack full of tests with A's on them. In fact they're adjusting so well that I launched into my very own pity party.

"Okay Lord. We have some friends for them. Now where are mine?"

As women... how do I put this without stepping on toes... sometimes we're kinda mean. And kinda unforgiving. Unmerciful. And judgmental! It's no secret that I miss my circle of friends dearly. I want to scoop them all up into a giant

The Newest Enrollees In The Witness Protection Program

SEVEN times in seventeen years. That's how many times the hubs and I have moved.

We're not in the military. We don't have an aversion to staying put that I'm aware of.

I'm starting to wonder if the hubs is secretly enrolled in the witness protection program. What did he witness? Me vacuuming the house that one time in 1997? (I couldn't tell you how to work our vacuum. Perhaps if there were a mafia person in my living room that said, "Vacuum up these cheerios or say goodbye to Twitchy Bigglesworth," then I could probably at least figure out how to turn it on. Probably.)

Who moves that many times?

It was all for good reason.