Went to MOPS today. The speaker talked about the 5 love languages, then we each took a “quiz” to name our own love languages. Turns out, your love language changes when you have kids. Somewhere along the line “Acts of Service” hit the top of my list, when it was at the bottom before. Seemed odd to me.
Even odder was when I explained the five possibilities and asked my girls to choose theirs, after making my own choices for them. Eden, without hesitation, declared “Hugs!” – not a real big shocker for that lover girl. Liberty paused a second and named my own choice for her. “Gifts.” Yep, glad to know I know my kids. But a bit disturbed they both could name theirs without a doubt, when “Acts of Service” topping my own list shocked me.
Ruby, during the two hours at MOPS, serenaded Grandma Jean with her powerful vocal chords, all the while displaying her impressive temper and anger at being left there, again. I then displayed that I really don’t know as much as I think I do on the way home. My normal route was closed due to an accident, and I decided to take a road that headed in the right direction, ignoring my chances to get back on track once I’d passed the accident section. Twice. Then I turned the wrong way. Twice. Almost landed back where I’d started. Apparently my little “I’m getting to know Springfield” moment I’d had last week with Blaine was one big fat lie. I didn’t know it at the time, but today proves me wrong. Wow. Sterling and Ruby got good long naps on the way home though, if you want a bright side. The trip home took a long time.
We didn’t get the house we made the offer on. We didn’t want to pay what they wanted for it. Nine properties later, we’ve seen most of the options currently on the market. Found a perfect one Saturday. Perfect until mold and rotten floor joists in the crawlspace. Jacking up the entire backside of the house, cutting out rotted wood, replacing it, setting the house back to rights and hoping the walls didn’t crack and the doors still close properly… oh, nevermind.
