My kids are constantly telling me they have no socks in their drawer.  How is that?  I send a whole pile of socks downstairs with them.... already paired up and matched every laundry day.  ( I used to do Monday's and then we started co-op on Mondays, so now I do Friday's) I swear that they take them apart one by one and then put them in separate drawers. Now, losing baby socks in the washer is a known phenomenon, as is never actually getting both socks of a pair to the laundry room.  I don't know what my boys actually do to their socks.  My grandmother on my mom's side has my grandfather "trained" to safety pin his socks together before they go into the laundry.  She never loses a one.  Maybe that's the route we ought to go?

Steve has band tonight, so, it'll be pancakes for the kids (my specialty when Dad's gone)  It requires no meat, very little prep work, and they are happy as clams.  Plus, I have like 4 cups of buttermilk that are souring nicely in the fridge. 

Thursday evenings are a lovely change of pace.  I put all kids to bed by 8 (boys read til 9) and I usually watch CSI, the only show that I routinely watch, although, I was told that there is a show on that I would really like about a doctor who is a little too like me.... blunt and cynical.  Appearently he's constantly getting himself into trouble by saying exactly what he thinks about the given situation.  Sounds familiar.... I am a very literal person.  Don't read between the lines.  Should I hold my tongue with greater restraint? Absolutely.  Do I regret it when I am too harsh about things that aren't of great importance?  Yes.  But I don't know how else to be.  I am what I am.  I stink at the relational aspect of life most of the time.  I love truth, I love intellect, I have strong opinions. I dislike tiptoeing on egg shells and feel like I am not being me.  Probably why I am more of an introvert than I ever thought I was.  Being 8 and a half months pregnant tends to bring out more of my "color" too.  God is working at me to sand off roughness, but obviously, He is going to let me feel the weight of my depravity over the course of a lifetime.  For the kinder, gentler version of Jodi, Check back in about 50 years.  And maybe I will be able to show mercy and walk humbly.  I am hopeful that I might see that fruit sooner.  Be patient with me.