time

It's time to retire my favorite pair of pants. Sunlight shines right through the seat of them! They're corduroy, so you can't see anything unsightly from the outside, but I've gotten a good laugh out of them for the past few weeks. Man, they're my most comfortable pants! Sad to see them go, but I'm afraid of the inevitable bend-over-rip-show-my-chones-in-public.

It's time to catch my breath for a second. While I was typing the first paragraph, Eva's Big Sister showed up. Wow, I forgot she was coming. How'd I do that?! I even had the nerve to keep Cassandra waiting outside because I'd have scared her off with my current bed-head style. My hair is new and surprising every morning. I think I'll keep it to myself. JJ stepped up and got the bike out of the garage for Eva, and I spoke to Cassandra through a four inch opening in the front doorway. Classy, huh?

It's time to get clothes, backpacks, and attitudes ready for school to start again tomorrow. The transition is not gonna be easy for the kids. After church, we'll get everything washed, packed and ready. We'll spend lots of energy playing outside this evening, after a movie at the discount theater. That should do it. My littles get agitated and fussy about transitions, but that's nothing I can't handle.

It's time to stop saying "it's time" and get busy again.