The Handler

Just call me "The Handler". 

I've been hard at work "handling" things these past few days. I handled a annoying grocery shop, searching for food not containing dairy or chocolate. I handled getting my car window getting put back in (finally!!). I handled getting a plumber to come, and was ready at the drop of a hat to have our shower replaced tomorrow (weds). I handled getting James' surgery and follow up scheduled. I handled getting an incentive chart set up for my kids. I handled the laundry (for the most part). I'm currently handling JD's birthday party. I almost have school supplies handled. I've handled so many things that I just can't even remember it all. That's right, I'm "The Handler".

I cannot, however, get a handle on this heat. Ahhh, all day I felt like I was melting. No, I didn't turn the air on. I think I probably should've. But as good as it feels all I can hear is money flying away. Good thing James has better perspective on this.... otherwise our kids would be constantly dripping in sweat! Have I mentioned how much I love him? He's so good for me and my extremist ways. 

So tomorrow my shower & tub are being replaced. Do I stay here while they do it? Do I supervise? I don't want to, and I don't think I need to. But where do I go? This plumber knows both my dad and James, and works on my pastors house. Plus, I think that it might be too much for the kids to stay away from. The whole thing is stressful, but a good thing.