Well, my few days' hiatus turned into nearly a month!
Little A and I have arrived in our new state, and lived in our apartment for about a week. And we finally have internet. Thank goodness.
Now, while I get into the swing of things here, I've been praying for you gals. I haven't been keeping up on your blogs, but I'm thinking of you and I promise to catch up as soon as Little A gets into her nap-groove.
Speaking of which, I'm a humble beggar for your prayers as well, because I've got a confession to make:
I am one of those moms who let her child have a binky until she is almost three years old. I'm that mom you see in Tar.get with a three year old who has managed to talk me into taking her binky into the store. And trust me, I'm embarrassed! Let me tell you now, I will NEVER again allow a child of mine to keep a binky for so long. NEVER AGAIN.
So yesterday I decided enough was enough. We are going through major transition right now anyway, so why not almost kill myself by getting rid of the binky too? Well, that's just what we did. We took her binky with us to daily Mass, and offered it to Jesus. We asked Him to take it to the babies in Heaven who really need it, and we left it right there in front of the statue of the Madonna and Child. She was totally on board with the plan. She loved the idea actually. But since then we are living in H. E. DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS. Imagine a near-three year old going through withdrawals from some kind of injectible drug. That is what this is like. I wish I was kidding.
We need some serious prayers to St. Michael up in here. And any others you've got. So please, ladies, while this request is paltry compared to the necessities of the world, I would appreciate your prayers so so much.
In the mean time, I'm praying for you every day and can't wait 'till I'm back in the swing of things.
