It has been a long time, hasn't it? Busy, busy, busy...W. was out of town this week and A. decided to have serious separation anxiety issues from me, so all in all it has been a week filled with fun and a clingy adorable boy.

Here are a few snapshots...

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I have an aggravated cut on my right thumb, had one on my left thumb last week. What I want to know is, "What are my thumbs doing that I don't know about?"

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A. took his frog and jacket into school with him on Friday, and when we opened the gate to go to his room all the "big" kids (3 and 4) were in the foyer. He quietly handed me his frog and coat, then took my hand. When I had to drop his hand to lock the gate, he waited, then again took my hand in his chubby little one and we proceeded to walk to his classroom.

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Last weekend I took five students to the seminary for a retreat on vocation. It was great - if I didn't exactly "feel" the Spirit I sure saw her working.

We took an abbreviated version of the Enneagram, and true to form I was either a 2 or a 7, depending on how I answered one question. The 2 is the "come talk to me counselor type" and 7 is a "let's get things done!" These two have battled it out in my soul for quite a while now. I realized that one of the hard parts of my job is that I constantly have to battle which one "wins" in the sense that if I don't set some boundaries, students will always be in my office and I won't get anything "done." If I am always in the mode of getting things done (which I rarely am) then the students will stop coming to me.

It is a hard place to be, but the exercise gave me a bit of clarity about some things, which was good.

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A. slept some of the night in his own bed last night, and I went to bed around midnight. At some point, he came in and I didn't hear him, and I guess he poked me because I opened my eyes and there he was. It scared the crap out of me! I put him in bed with me and he promptly went back to sleep. Two thoughts came to me:

1. When is he going to sleep in his own room?
2. I love it when he leaned over to kiss me goodnight then snuggled his little body next to mine all night long.

I think I miss W.

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W.'s dad is supposed to go in for a heart cath and stint tomorrow, with open heart surgery an option for later (maybe this week? We can't get a straight answer, but maybe they don't know.)

My prayer has gone from "What next, God?" to "Help us through this one, too, God. I trust you will."

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Off to a retreat today that I am pretty sure will be worthless. W. is home tonight. Supposed to go to another conference next weekend in Atlanta. We'll see how the week goes.