A Visit to Mommy's Work

Today we started off with a trip to the doctor for a followup ear check on both girls. We got a clean bill of health on both. Yippee! Afterward we ran an errand and then went to Mommy's school to see her. We got to go in with a visitor's pass and go to Mommy's class to surprise her. You should have seen the look on her face. It made her day. The kids were shy meeting some of Mommy's students, but they were good. We visited some other folks and then went and got Mommy some lunch and brought it back to her. We had kind of a picnic out in the van.

It was a beautiful day and the ride home was especially enjoyable for me. I guess it was just the colors and clarity. I love the rolling hills with the mountains in the background (seeing again why they're called the Blue Ridge Mountains). I enjoy passing the farms and seeing livestock, barns and tractors. It's got me thinking, maybe the minivan is not the appropriate Daddy Day Care vehicle. Maybe this would be more appropriate:

Now that's what I'm talking about! An F-250 super crew, King's Ranch Edition. Plenty of room for the kiddos and some hay to boot! How practical is that? Okay, maybe a Ridgeline would be more practical! ;-)

Back to reality...I had the green car towed to have it checked out, although we're pretty sure the tranny is gone. I should know something Monday. Afterward I went to followup with some possible jobs. By the way, I'm looking for a job not to get out of the house or for a break from the kids but to help us get back on our feet. The last three years really turned us around financially and we're going to have to work pretty hard for a while to get stabilized and out of debt.

Another week has gone by and I'm so glad we're here, even in this tiny house, even with a broken car, etc... We always thought that Birmingham was our Wilderness experience and that when we left we'd be headed for the Promised Land. But we finally realized that Birmingham was Egypt. Some days I think I want to go back when I think of certain things, but just like the Israelites, I have to be reminded that manna in the wilderness is better than all the best food in slavery.