Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,

A tale of a fateful trip....

Yes, we went to town today.  All seven of us.  I am SO glad to be home.  Even though I forgot the sugar at the grocery store.  We got to the car, unloaded, buckled up...and then spotted the sugar at the bottom of the cart.  The bag boy took it back in for me.  It was a small price to pay for getting out of there.  We had several stops:  health dept., P.O., bank, bookstore, grocery store.  It worked out to more than three hours, actually.  Scrub misbehaved, requiring a bit of "applied psychology" once we got home.

Laine's Letters are helpful, and have led me to the unwished-for conclusion that "no pain, no gain" is going to apply in the area of spiritual disciplines, whether I like it or not.  Pain meaning losing a bit of sleep.  But as a mother of a newborn (six times over) I should be able to handle something like that.  (Actually, I do pretty well as long as I get five hours.)  And since my family are late risers, I doubt it'll have to be 4 a.m. for me, as it was for her.  All I know is, this isn't going to happen without some sort of concerted effort on my part.  Hence, the term "discipline."  Heh.

What a gray, dismal day it is.  And it's "arsenic hour."  The kids are arguing over the X-Box.  Mopsy's standing beside me, whining.  Ian won't be put down.  I should be getting dinner.  We're having spaghetti.  Not imaginative, but it's food...and I know the kids will at least eat the garlic bread.

Later!