Playing hooky

Question: is that how you spell "hook-y?" Hookie?  I have seen old recipes where cookie is spelled "cooky."  Or is it "cookey?"  Ooooh shiny....or is it "shiney?"  hahahaha...I'll stop, I promise.

That is why I am playing hooky today.  I think God will understand.  My life since February has been full steam ahead.  My first month of work was total sickness.  I was lucky to drive home and crawl onto the couch and sleep.  Being a stay-at-home wife and mommy really made for a lazy-day kind of woman.  Yes, I was crazy-busy, but I could get my stuff done in a Scarlett O-Hara kind of way.  Fiddly-dee, I'll think about that tomorrow! Or over the weekend; or next month; or....now what was I planning to do???  

Yesterday the youth and I walked in the 2nd annual Child Abuse Prevention Walk/Run (crawl).  Boy and I woke up at dark-thirty and we all drove 1 hour and 15 minutes away to participate.  One of our youth came in FIRST place overall in the run.  I was very proud of all of us whether we ran/walked the 5k or ran/walked the 1 mile.  My sister-in-law and brother-in-law work so tirelessly to make sure Texas is aware of the prevention of child abuse.  God bless them.

Saturday would have been a good day to get myself together and get some much needed house cleaning done.  But that didn't happen!  Instead today I am using the peace and quiet of the house to clean, and pray, and wash clothes, and shine my sink, and blog.  As an extrovert I thrive on people but every once in a while, I need to defrag and keep to myself.  My graini-aunt can vouch for me when I say I was a VERY. very. shy little girl.  Something happened when we moved to Brownsville, TX... I snapped or hatched out of my shell or something because I have been a talker ever since.  HA....blame it on preteen moving.

So there.  That's my confession this morning.  I am taking a hooky day. This is my sabbath. Amen.