Uh...where am I? Got the email that I would have to take a test before I could even be considered for an interview at ORU. No combining the two. So I rearranged some plans and hopped in the car Thurs. 9:30 am and arrived in Tulsa 3:45 pm. Finished the test at 4 pm. Great. I even went over my answers 3 or 4 times just to be sure.
So I headed out to my friend's place in the country to stay the night. I seriously may move in with her because I love her place so much! We spent hours catching up - really...hours...4 am kinds of hours. That's what Tiggers like best. I d for it to end. She's the kind of friend that you can pick up with after (3 prepositions in a row!) years and it all - the sweetness, the fun - comes rushing back. My soul has been restored. I think I may give up whining for a week or two.
Decided not to go to family camp. It was a quality decision in terms of money and what needs to get done on the house, but I'm really going to miss the whole experience. I love family camp. More than jelly bread. And I LLLOOOVVVEEE jelly bread. Believing for fresh wind and fresh fire for my teens who are going. As for me and my hubby - we will work on the house.
New developments in the job universe for him. No word on the interview last week. After months of saying, "I don't want to work retail. I don't want to stay at ___________," He is now considering transferring with ____________. He just took the RMA exam for promotion and scored really well. We'll see how that works out. Maybe God's plan all along.
Here is a mystery. I always wanted children and planned the ones I had. Finished when I was done. Organized, huh? I just never felt like I was very good at being a mom. I figured I made a better dad. You know, amused and delighted by the idea, but ready for the break that work would bring. In fact I was a stay at home mom for 15 years, a quality decision. But it was really hard for me. I don't mean to be whiny here, I just didn't realize how hard being a mother was and figured I was just doing it wrong. That's not really the mystery part, though. What I can't fathom is how, now that I have a 20, 17, and 13 yr. old, that they truly like me. Of course they love me - that's the law isn't it? But they actually like me, think I'm funny and cool, and it when I travel. It's a mind-bogglin' thang. I'm not terribly self-sacrificing, I don't live for them, keep organized scrapbooks, or clean their rooms. I'm pretty strict, require more chores of them than most of their friend's parents, and lose my temper way more than I ought. Such a faulty person! Honestly! No kidding! It's just the goodness of the Lord. No other explanation. I love having teenagers and look forward to their transition to friends. God is so good.