Life is good again.

It's Friday afternoon. Little Blue Eyes is resting them. His big brother is watching the Little Bear Movie, and I'm baking the last of eight dozen pumpkin spice cookies. I didn't intend to make quite so many. My sister Lindsay was visiting us yesterday afternoon while I made the dough, and I accidently put in the whole can of pumpkin instead of just one cup. So I had to triple the recipe, and try to fit it into my Kitchenaide bowl, which was a challenge. Fortunately, Scott thinks they're the best cookies I've ever made. I've eaten too many of them by now to agree.

So, I am feeling better. :) Thank you to those of you who wrote or called to check in with me this week. God is good. All the time. I think the boys and I finally caught up on our sleep last night. I put them to bed a little after 8, and accidentally fell asleep while Grant was nursing. Didn't wake up until 7 this morning. I actually had 45 minutes of quiet time! The boys slept till almost 8 a.m., and woke up in great moods. (I don't think I mentioned that Green Eyes was sick last week. Spent the night before his brother's birthday throwing up every hour, so none of us slept that night. When I wrote last, he still wasn't feeling himself.)

Monday night Scott came home and eased my stress level by offering to do the grocery shopping Tuesday evening. Just knowing I didn't HAVE to do it helped. I ended up going Tuesday morning anyway, so we could have the evening at home to watch the election news, and because the boys were in decent moods after we took Carla to work. We got in and out of the store so efficiently, I drove through Starbucks afterward for a treat.

Wednesday we were able to go to our homeschooling co-op for the first time in a month. I set the boys loose in the huge yard, and gabbed with my friends. It's so nice knowing that they can play freely and safely, and there are always other eyes keeping watch if they wander out of my sight.

Then yesterday Mark and his girls came over, and we enjoyed a sunny day in the garden. I planted a few more flats of pansies; still have several shrubs left to plant, but it looks pretty so far. I was planning to start a private childbirth prep series with friends of mine last night, but she came down with a cold, so we rescheduled. Thus, the 8 o'clock bedtime.

Today we had friends over for lunch who we haven't seen much of lately, so that was fun. Tomorrow we have another work party all day, and then we'll host the potluck dinner. It's been a full, but good week. The house isn't perfect, but when has it ever been? (Besides when Franklin was five months old, still sleeping a lot, and not making messes yet.)