which leads me to my next point. Triple digit temperatures. Really? Last week we were freezing at 80 degrees. This week we're being threatened with triple digits. Come on. It's not July, yet. I blame Debby. She's hanging off the coast of Florida and really messing up our lovely June weather. At least she has decided to visit our Atlantic friends rather than our Gulf Coast friends. It means perhaps a beach trip is in order this coming weekend. I'm thinking of Stewart Beach, a picnic and lots of sun!
Are you wondering why I haven't described our latest weekend? That's because all we did was shop! I became obsessed with finally getting a new espresso machine. I was tired of coffee, coffee coffee! I've been muddling through life without my morning I.V., and I was just tired of it. It seems like I dragged the kids to every single store in the mall. Even when they started to complain, which usually signals my immediate departure, I made them tough it out. I really don't think I've ever done that.
I looked Tanner square in the eyes and said, "We're not going home without my espresso machine." He just nodded, grim determination settling in around his eyes. He knew we were in for the long haul. I can't tell you how many times we've gone to look for a new machine and made it it one or two stores, and then the kids start to get bored, so we head home. This was not going to be the case. I had been sacrificing my well being for almost three months. The girls would have to sacrifice for 3 hours.
It was worth it. I emerged from the cavernous, air conditioned mall with an espresso machine. Purists would be reviled, but when your options are limited, as they tend to be in a smallish town, then any 15bar espresso machine is considered gold. You cannot imagine my excitement and utter satisfaction. The feeling was better than a satiated salted dark chocolate craving.
Needless to say, we were all exhausted and barely managed to scrape together something resembling dinner. We went to church the next day, took naps, had lunch, puttered around the house and generally did nothing remarkable except get Daddy ready for this coming week.
Oh, and Emily and Jonathan killed a cockroach.
Did I mention that I am super lucky, blessed beyond all measure to have such great siblings? I am so glad that we all get along so well. I continuoulsy pray that we will always remain friendly. I know way too many families who "get along" but couldn't stand to be with each other for extended periods of time. I can't say thank you enough to my parents for raising us in a way that would help us to be friends, to enjoy each others company, to accept our differences and revel in them.
Makes me curious to see if we can do the same with our girls...
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