I love the drive past the lake on the way to the courthouse.
Today begin’s toddler’s trial.
I have been released to go back to work today, and ordered back to testify at 11am tomorrow.
Please pray for me to get good sleep while overnight at the hospital tonight! I have been very blessed this far, which has made getting through this semester while keeping my job much easier, and now we are halfway through! But I really need an easy night to be my best for testifying tomorrow.
It is mid-term week, and so far I have turned in a 35 page paper and a 25 page paper, two essays, a sermon sketch, and a sermon. I have answered essay quizzes, done my memory verse quizzes, and completed four of six mid-terms. I have two more to finish before midnight on Friday, and then this impossible semester will be half over! More than that, really, as I only have two more sermons to turn in and one more paper – then I am finished with all my extra work, besides the ongoing essays for chaplaincy.
I need all my projects finished before Toddler’s baby sibling is born, so that’s why I have pushed so hard the first half of the semester. I can get through classes with a baby, but I don’t think I could do papers and projects – not for two graduate schools at once.
The baby is due at the very first of April, but expected at any time because of all the heroin use. There is also the possibility it could be stillborn. We still don’t know if it is a boy or a girl because mom hasn’t kept any of her prenatal appointments. I can’t tell you how I pray and fast for that baby.
They do think now, that the father is one of mom’s muslim boyfriends, and not Five’s father. We will see. The boyfriend they think now is from Pakistan, and has now been sent to prison for dealing drugs. We don’t know yet if any of his family is applying or qualifies to take the baby.
I just now that we won’t have anymore answers until at least tomorrow, which gives me today to pretend is normal, in this crazy life unfolding before us.
Sometimes the best thing in the world is a decent day job, where you can go work hard, enjoy what you do, come home and pay bills, and tuck your kids in and night, and crawl into bed next to your husband, and sleep in peace all night.
(Which I can play on the cello, by the way.)