There is sewing on Adam's late grandmother's sewing machine. There is also knitting and lots of doodling.
The laundry gets done but only diapers make it out on the line.
Adam and I get lunch alone on Fridays he's home. We have a whole hour and a half to ourselves.
We praise the Lord through our circumstances. We also go to church, a church we like a lot.
We drink wine and beer. Because people who love God can also enjoy booze.
I make lots of baby pigtails, which require combing and yanking and cajoling but are totally worth it.
We have lunches that are pulled apart, examined, and sometimes eaten.
Lily plays with firetrucks and reads lots and lots of books (over and over again).
We make the best of the time we have together. After weekends like this one, where Adam is missing for days on end, his return is a breath of fresh air.