Try accidentally deleting your church’s entire website. Two weeks before the annual conference/talent show. If your husband is the very understanding type, he just might bring home an unprecedented amount of chocolate to soften the blow. Of course, I still have to finish rebuilding the site.
And I had been joking about giving birth onstage as my talent act. Maybe I’ll go up there with a laptop and show them my ability to commit mass destruction with a single unintentional keystroke. Now that takes talent, wouldn’t you agree?
At least my living room floor is finished. Hubby and I and several of the older girls worked until well past midnight, then finally went to bed with a couple of hours worth of work left. This morning, I slept late; don’t ask how late because I’m not telling. At late-o-clock in the morning, Deanna brought me my Bible and the laptop and suggested that I might like to stay in bed for a while longer. My guilty conscience took one look at the clock and jumped out of bed, dragging me along for the ride.
Outside my bedroom door, I found the remainder of the tile job nearly finished. The Boy was playing contentedly outside under the supervision of 6yo Becca and 8yo Natalie, while Deanna and Lydia worked quietly and diligently, painstakingly cutting the last row of tile to fit around the edges of the room. Hubby had taken the other 3 children to work with him.
I have to admit, I was a little nervous at first. I looked around wondering just how well they had been paying attention to the finer points of measuring and cutting tile last night at midnight, but I have to admit: the floor looks fabulous. I have no idea where the adult handiwork left off and that of the children began.
Now we’re considering where to put the bookcases when we reconstruct the room.
Oh, and speaking of reconstruction, I’ll have to work some more on the church site. Ugh. Bad Kim. Bad, bad, bad!by