27!
That's the number of copies sold of The Bookworm in a single week. Coryn is overjoyed!
Special heartfelt THANKS to all who have ordered! In case you haven't snagged your copy quite yet, here's the link.
36.
That's the number of hours we were without any internet this week. (It was revived earlier today.)
I've gotten into a rather pleasant routine of putting Gloria down for her afternoon nap and then allowing the older girls to watch a show on Netflix, and thereby allowing time for myself.
Sometimes I use the time to tend to the garden. Sometimes I use the time to return phone calls or catch up on email. But mostly its a time for me to set aside my (seemingly endless) mom duties and reconnect with who I am. I often have to remind myself who I am is not dictated by what I do.
Tonight Mallory and Gloria are snuggled in bed together. They don't have their big sisters to protect them from spiders or ghosts or witches or whatever else they were clamoring on about for over an hour.
Coryn is having an overnight at Grammy BB and Pop Pop TM's house. Coryn requested the overnight so she could put her birthday tool belt into practice while assisting Pop Pop and Uncle Adam repair appliances.
Jo's summer wish was to go camping, just her and dad. On Monday we secured a campsite via the wonders of the internet at Wyalusing State Park. On Wednesday Jo packed her backpack. Tonight Matt came home from work, unloaded his truck and ate a quick dinner before packing up the rest of the camping gear.
And just now, as I was relishing the golden silence of a quiet house, I hear:
drip,
drip,
drip
Water is leaking from the ceiling fan over our bed.
The internet is telling me "expect occasional rain to continue for the next several hours."
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