We’re all alive and well. Having a hard time finding time enough to do all that my day requires, but that’s not exactly a new thing. I spent about five hours today working on getting new stickers for another year on the license plates. Went to the old inspection place, found out they don’t do them anymore, went to a muffler and brakes place, and guess what they flagged? Ah yes, my muffler and my brakes. Notice something fishy there? Me too. I decided it was worth the $12 risk – and Blaine agreed – to get it inspected again, elsewhere. And, yes, you know it, it passed with no flags. Really now.
So it’s inspected, personal property taxes amazingly waived for the moment – until next month; I don’t know why. But I’ll take it. Off to the license office, no hitches there. But this process was NOT five-kid friendly. Courthouse steps are mean, for starters. Sterling and Ruby have not mastered the two-feet step up the stairs. You try walking up and down 75 steps with the same foot always leading. Their right legs ought to have some impressive muscles!
Something to consider: I have 100 fingernails/toenails – plus my own – to clip each week. I hear “Your hands are full!” at least four times each time I go anywhere. At least. All the seats in my minivan are full. And last Sunday, when I was setting out church clothes for everyone, I forgot Charlotte’s. But, as Sterling informs me, Charlotte can wear pj’s to church. Whew. And I just realized it’s Friday – and that Liberty didn’t get her spelling test done yesterday. Can we just pretend it’s Thursday for another day? Maybe I can catch up that way.