Good Day A' Comin'!

Feelin' pretty good this morning.  Some mornings I feel lost and uncertain about what the day will bring.  Today I feel great about this day, like I'm the Captain of my Soul or something.  Here's why:

It's 9:30 am and both boys are already dressed for the day including shoes.

I had a shower.  I don't do this every day.  It's a burden on me, but it does feel nice to have cute hair and be able to check that one off my list for a couple days.

There is nothing on my calendar for today.  I could go to the Turkey Trot at school if I want, but it's also on for tomorrow and Friday, so I don't have to.  I thought I had Visiting Teaching today but just found out it's for tomorrow.

I have a plan for working in my work room.  I love working in my work room. I have some rearranging to do in there also, which is always fun.  I plan to put together a project really quick that's cute and new, adding to my Can-Do feeling about today.

I already read my scriptures.  My bedtime is that much sooner!

Jules went back to school today.  The first day with her was a delight, but yesterday was a real drag.  She's awesome, but I feel bad about ignoring her school responsibilities.  Plus the uncertainty of how long she would be missing school was wearing on me.

I started the week with a big huge bang, making three batches of soup -- two for the freezer, five quarts of spaghetti sauce for the freezer, and then yesterday, a X5 batch of Green Chili.  That'll put probably eight or nine quarts in the freezer.  Maybe I'll give some away.  Anyway, it made my day kind of a drag...but it's DONE!  None of that today!

I'm writing a blog post. That makes me feel like I've really done something.  Already.  And it's only 9:40 am!

First Time For Everything

See, I don't know how they're getting in.  I suspect it was when we had all the siding off the back of the house last month, but I don't know for sure.  We killed two of them, several days apart, about two weeks ago.  We killed one sunday night -- actually heard the trap snap on him and his little last attempts at escape before he crossed over.  I pray that's the last of them, but can you really ever be sure?  It's a really unsettling feeling, the idea that there's another being in your house and you didn't know and you don't know if he has a family.  I'm not the least bit sentimental.  It's my house and you're not invited.  Ya' vermin.