stolen

"I was thinking about stealing you away for a few hours,"

he said.

"Don't think; do"

is what I was thinking.

I've been stressed and frazzled

pretty much all summer.

First the trip

(stayed home)

then all the fixing up at the Hardie House

(home, again)

And now, summer is pretty much over.

Having taken Eph 4:29
(and other similar scriptures)
to heart,

I try not to complain much.

I really do.

But sometimes my flesh gets the better of me.

And

Tyler has to hear it....

Yesterday

he picked a bad time to call to check on me.

I'm still trying to figure out curriculum

the house is a wreck

yada, yada, yada

~

and so

he stole me away.

Lily went, too

'cause

well

'cause she's just so darn cute

and when she saw Daddy was fixing to go somewhere

she announced she was going with him,

I just didn't have the heart to tell her any different.
~

I still don't have school all figured out

and the house will always be a wreck, I fear

but I feel a little bit better about it all,

having been stolen away for a few hours....