I spent my Saturday trying to get the house clean. Yes, it’s Thursday, but that’s our Saturday and we go to church tomorrow even though it’s Friday. Four months later and it still feels strange. No wonder I feel off all the time.
The boys all spent the night at friends’ houses last night so this morning I sent Josh to the pool with the baby and started on the house. It’s been hard to have Lucy gone for so long, especially since everything gets much dirtier here, the house is bigger so it’s a lot more to keep clean, and my biggest trial is that we don’t have a dishwasher. Trial is not the right word, but when I have a house full of hungry humans that eat around the clock, the dirty dishes get out of control quickly. I guess I can be thankful that we have plenty of food to eat and dishes to get dirty, but I’d be even more thankful with a dishwasher to help keep them clean. Especially since the water pressure here is really high and I am incapable of washing dishes by hand without water spraying all over me, the counters and the floors. So dishwashing turns into automatic floor mopping (which it always needs), and then a change of clothes for me (adding to the laundry).
On the bright side, we heard from Lucy last night and she plans to come home September 1st. Happy day! Her grandson is still not gaining much weight, but he is doing OK. He was 3 lbs at birth, then lost weight (down to 2 something) and is now up to 3 lbs, 4 oz. He is still in the hospital until he gets big enough to come home, but I don’t know what the magic number is. I’m sure she’ll be sorry to leave India and come back to us, but she’ll be met here by a very, very, very happy welcoming committee made up of six dedicated fans.