Papa Bear is gone for the night and even though I had high hopes of cleaning, I fell asleep for an hour in the kids’ room and then woke up with a backache. I happily took the out and flopped down on the couch instead. Basic cable was already included in the cabin bills when we moved in, and although I had originally planned to steer clear, HGTV has me wrapped around his little finger. Sneaky.
Papa Bear has gone up to a friend’s house to seek the Lord (and godly counsel). He’s been suffering from a worsening depression for a few weeks now, and I don’t think he’d mind me telling you so. He may stay gone for a few days. I think he plans to wrestle until he’s blessed. I think it’s ironic that I just posted in answer to solo parenting, though. I may or may not have flushed a hand-full of jelly beans down the toilet tonight* because someone didn’t eat her dinner and was throwing a hissy fit over her forfeited
*Which I’m not apologizing for, by the way. It was the absolute right thing to do.
Anyway, I just thought I’d check in and ask you all to pray for Papa Bear’s time away. We’re good, just in case you were concerned, but I am a little worried about my man and the stress that seems to be following us around lately.
While Papa Bear is gone, I plan to finish organizing our little bedroom. So, sometime in the next few days, I should finally be ready to post pictures of the cabin!
I guess that’s it for my Friday night update. I hope you all have a wonderful and safe weekend!