Having Erik home for the last seven weeks has been difficult BUT there have also been some nice things, too. The other day, I came out of the scrapbook room and found him helping the kids with their homework. Of course, this pictures looks posed because it is. Everyone wants to run to opposite corners when they see me with the camera. I asked them to please get back into position so I could take a picture of the three of them. It was originally a nice scene, but after being forced back into position I get this:
Erik is exaggerating his gestures and looks more like he's threatening them with something serious.
Trent has his arms crossed and is looking at me like "hurry the hell up" and Kat is trying hard not to laugh.
Erik was offered a job but it's in Phoenix. We still haven't decided what we're going to do. Thankfully, the company has given us a few days to think about the offer.
I thought I had a sign from God that Erik should NOT take the Phoenix job.
I'm always the first one up and out of bed. Upon entering the dining room, I smelled something foul. I spent a few minutes looking around for the smell. I found nothing. 20 minutes later, I found it. One of the dogs had pooped on the floor. I couldn't pick it up. Just looking at it from 10 feet away made me gag and cough. I don't know what it is about dog poop, but I just can't do it. And, this wasn't just a little bit of dog poop, it was the size of a newborn child.
As I screamed in terror for Erik (who was still asleep) for assistance, I knew that this was the sign from God that I was looking for. He will NOT be able to take the Phoenix job because he would be gone during the week and come back on weekends. If the dogs poop overnight while he's gone, I will have to somehow pick it up.
That was a pretty clear sign for me. Erik stays in town, gets a job in town, and continues to pick up piles of poop that are the same size as newborn babies. Erik didn't quite see the sign as clearly as I did.
Here's a layout I made yesterday. It's all Sass border strips.