This weekend, Josh took the SAT--here he is coming back with his lunch, all weary and studied out. How in the world did I get old enough to have a child taking the SAT?
a. he can get all of his construction/electrical stuff out of the house!
b. so he can get started on the addition he is building onto the back of the house.
"What?" you say. "I thought that once he was finished with the downstairs, he was done! I mean, after all, except for the upstairs bathroom, he has remodeled every room in the house in the last seven years!"
Not only did this surprise give Hannah a playmate, but also a reason for Daryl to begin another project, and for anyone who knows him, he is happiest when he has a project in the works somewhere.
I spent Saturday crying--over nothing really--just crying. Then Saturday night into Sunday morning, I spent with a wicked stomach virus. I am hoping that all the crying was due to impending illness and not a sign of things to come!
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