This last week was not quite as busy as the blanks in my journal from 3 days before M was born to when he was 9 months old. But…oy.
Lots of appointments, the first day of co-op, a one day family reunion because my Uncle from Brazil was on his way to a wedding and we haven’t seen him in two years, then manning a booth for church at a block party (We must be scary, people made a wide arch around us.) Then I got to teach David and Bathsheba…to second and third graders in Sunday School.
Since I wasn’t sure how many of them knew about the birds and the bees, I relied on euphemism. David “should not have spent time alone with someone else’s wife,” and Bathsheba, “sent him a message that she was in trouble.” But the main point that the kids got was; if you are the King, and it’s Spring, and you care about your troupes, don’t leave them to Joab’s tender mercies, go out to war.
After all that, M came down with stomach flu. Who’s next?