Summer Daze

Not blogging much lately.

Because there isn't much to say about daily days, and that's okay.  We work in the yard.  We play in the sun.  We go to the lake to swim.  Nobody had been attacked by Norbert the Nasty Toe Nibbler lately.

So it's all good.

Except a couple of things...

Tate has been coughing incessantly.  I've been told (by a specialist) that it's not allergies, it's mild asthma that gets aggravated when he gets some kind of respiratory gunk going on.  Uh-huh.  He will cough.  And cough.  And cough.  And at night he only kinda, sorta wakes up.  Or not.  So he'll cough until he gags.  Lovely.  Poor kid.

I know he hasn't been sleeping well, with all the coughing, and neither have I.  He seems to go about two hours, and then cough for half an hour.  And I drag myself out of bed, and I drag him out of bed, and try various meds and inhalers.  Ack.

So the boys and I got all ambitious yesterday, and really deep-cleaned their room.  Which isn't that hard, really, since there's no carpet and all the furniture just slides around on the floor.  And we moved it all, and cleaned under it and behind it.  Which it seems like we did not that long ago, but given the amount of dust bunnies (dust hippos?) we collected I may be wrong about that.  Clearly I am out of running for Mother of the Year.

While I was stripping the beds to wash all the sheets and blankets we decided to go ahead and bunk the other set of beds also.  This is a little tricky, since their bedroom is under the eaves, but there was more room than I had thought, and the boys like it. Because even though they've had bunk beds all their lives, the top bunk is still an object of desire.  Go figure.

And funny thing... after cleaning their room yesterday, I didn't hear any coughing at all last night.  either genius doctor is wrong about the no-allergies/yes-asthma thing, or I was just too exhausted to wake up. 50-50, I'd say, but I'm hoping we're over the worst of that.

Buoyed by a good night's sleep, the boys and I attacked a long-neglected part of the yard they call Some-Area, (like Samaria, but not.)  We weed-whacked, we raked, we shoveled, and we moved hundreds of pounds of rocks (no kidding), and now we have the beginning of a little campfire area.


The other thing on the not-so-good list is the constant worry over the no-work=no-money equation.  Because architects aren't exactly in high demand right now, and we long ago moved from being DINKs (Double Income, No Kids), firmly into the SITKOM category, (Single Income, Two Three Kids, Oppressive Mortgage).  And we really love the house we live in, but if we don't get work soon the house we can afford will probably come on wheels.  Okay, I may be exaggerating.  A little.  Looking at depressing real estate online will do that to you.  But thanks to our gracious church and my generous parents our ship hasn't sunk yet.

So your prayers are always appreciated.  We are trying to trust God and not be anxious while we do whatever we can do.  The boys have been presenting all sorts of interesting (and sometimes even realistic) ideas to save money.

But what melted my heart was this.  As they considered the possibility that we might have to move, their biggest concern was that we must be reasonably close to two places:  Grampa and Gramma's house, and our church.  Because they can't contemplate letting go of either one.

And that is very, very sweet.