{The Mommy Gig}

My little Buddy was the first one to hop out of bed this morning.  He had his

clothes laid out in perfect form the night before.  It was just precious.

After I dropped off the kiddos, I went to the gym.

I found myself just sitting on the edge of the weight bench. . . missing Buddy. 

After the gym and a quick shower I headed to Ft Smith to deliver a baby gift.

I swung in Brooken Hill for some coffee, and seen Ronald.

Ronald made me think of who? Yes. Buddy. 

Got a pedicure. Soaked my feet as I stared at the

 chair Buddy would always sit in while he waited

for me.  I wanted to stop in the antique store, but I just couldn't do it. 

Buddy and I always talk and talk while we shop.

He would always try on all the hats we would find. 

I passed up that torture and headed for the Christian book store.

It should be harmless and I shouldn't see anything that would cause a major melt-down.

I browsed at all the books (one of my most favoritest things to do).  I stumbled upon

The Christian Mama's Guide to Having a Baby. Really? 

 Maybe its about baby care. or baby this. or baby that.

BUT I work in a church nursery and Christian women don't need any instructions on how to have

babies.  They do it quite well. I bet lost people think Christians need a book for everything.

We do. . . but its 1 book. . . called The Bible.

I spotted every single mans battle.

Isn't that what our men are doing on Wednesday Nights?

 I purchased a GIANT PRINT BIBLE. I adore it.

And since I am blind it is going to make my quiet times much

more effective. I can only squint for so long.

I need to purchase this, and those of you who are in Bible Study with me

know that I cant purchase any more books until I read the 5 I have going.

Per R. Deal. So I will keep this in my memory. Nevermind, I don't have a memory.

So, I guess my attitude will need to improve without reading a book about it.

Well, just when I thought I was safe. . .I heard VeggieTales.

and.

I missed Buddy.

I have decided for sure this "Mommy Gig" aint getting any easier. . .