Mondays always find me in a bit of a zombie state. Not in the undead, looking for human flesh to feast upon sense, but in the blank stare, monosyllabic one.
Sundays, for obvious reasons, are busy days for us. So by Sunday night, I am exhausted. This weekend, that was exacerbated by the fact that Jason left last Wednesday for a conference in New Zealand, so I was flying solo with the kids and preparing to preach on Sunday. In all seriousness, it's something I truly love to do (public speaking, not single mom-ing) but it can also be a physically and mentally draining process.
Today, all in all, was a good Monday, despite my fried brain state. The morning after I speak, I always re-run stuff I said through my head and cringe a bit. Like, why did I say that? What was I thinking? Fortunately this morning, while brushing my teeth, I only had 2 or 3 forehead slapping moments. Okay, maybe 4 or 5. Then, the kids and I went to playgroup and enjoyed our first real, crisp autumn day.
Then, this afternoon, the homing chip that is implanted in my body switched on. The fact that I must have a secret microchip somewhere is the only way I can explain my sudden, random urges to go to Ikea. Must. Go. Ikea. Must. See. Karlstad. Sofa.
I texted Jason, who had just arrived at Sydney airport. "Take the train to Ikea!", I wrote, "We'll meet you there." All trains lead to Ikea, you know. And what better place for a family reunion?
We embraced, we dropped the kids at Smaland (free childcare!),we browsed, we all feasted on Swedish fare. Daddy is home and life is good.
And to top it off, I am reasonably certain that I didn't say anything heretical yesterday! Yippee!
P.S. Thanks, Mai and Jen--for helping out with the kiddos!