Someone asked me last week what time church started so we could pick up their kid on our way and I COULDN'T REMEMBER. Like, I
had no clue. Blank stare. I've only been going there for 21 actual years. But what time did we need to be there? Well, I had no idea. None.Â
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Therefore, I ate some meatloaf. I figured if I couldn't take a nap to rest my tired brain, I could at least eat
some protein. And then I knew. 9:00. Church starts at 9:00.Â
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In summary, we're all a bit of a mess right now. WE WON'T ALWAYS BE THIS TIRED. So we're laughing at ourselves and reminding each other that some day we'll feel settled again. Meanwhile,
we'll eat meat and drink smoothies to give our bodies and brains what they need to survive this move.
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It's been interesting to note that while everything around us is a bit haywire, putting three meals on the table every day is actually bringing me a
strange sense of joy: BECAUSE IT IS NORMAL. Our meals are different and kind of thrown together. But I do love how normal it feels to make lunch for my family. If we didn't already know how much I love food, this solidifies for us how much I love food. Laura loves food. And she knows that church starts at 9:00. Alrighty.Â
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