Three and Half Miles Later....

We're home from running the naughty I-want-my-way crying spell off of Buster. And what a different boy he is!!!! Even the girls are commenting on his change of attitude!

What is wrong with me?

Why does it take two days to remember what worked last time?????

I've had a migraine for a few days and I'm not able to shake it, so running with a pounding head wasn't really on my list of desired activities. Actually, I'm having a very hard time being patient at all. My big old SELF wants the fussing to end NOW so I can just sit and be quiet in my gray cloud and wish the pain away. Not  working out that way for me. :-) I think our little exercise may have helped a wee little bit, though.


So anyway, I'm soaked to the skin from the rain because I didn't wear a coat. We ran to the stop sign and were almost home when he decided to have a last fling with his bad attitude and I said a little prayer in my heart for love and patience and turned him around retraced our steps while I sang and he cried. I wouldn't face home till the cryin was done, which was almost all the way back to the stop sign.

Tomorrow we have choir practice... and our church won't have any power. Should be interesting...

I've been offered a job a few hours a week playing piano for really good pay. Not sure I need more responsibility, but the $$ would be useful. Praying about it. The girls have completely taken over my other piano/music leading job, but this other one also requires some choir directing - which scares me to death. Kids are one thing (even kids that know more about music than I do) but adults? That's just scary!