Self

Today... not really sure how to describe today. Here's me, saying a goodbye to my hair. Haircut. Tomorrow. Finally. It's too LONG.

Steve was out very early this morning for a business networking breakfast, came home fully caffeinated, and attempted to set to work.

Charley fell asleep nursing accidentally after breakfast, instead of in the car like I'd hoped, so Steve went out to collect a parcel for me. We had to pop out for bread and milk anyway though so once Charley was awake again I took the boys to the shop where Ben had a meltdown over not getting a magazine.

Sandwiches when we got back. Ben had finished his before anyone had even sat down; and Charley had finished his and wanted to go outside before I'd finished making mine and Steve's so I let them both loose in the garden, covering the rubble buckets, finding trowels and diggers. They had a blast climbing up and down the mound of soil. Ben poured soil on Charley again. And was warned not to. Again. And Charley ate more soil, although by the look on his face bricks don't taste good. It does surprise me that he will willingly eat soil, but spits strawberry flavour medicine straight back out.

Steve had to fix the website over lunch - his previous company requested he remove something *sigh*. He got very downhearted about relations with them. I finished re-filling the digging pit and adding all the coffee grounds. (Eggshells need further crushing before I add them.)

And then we had to look at the bank balance and it has taken all of Steve's strength not to descend into panic. Now is the time for God to do His stuff, I guess. To have faith, to remember the faith we had a few months ago, to remember the hope for the future, the peace we have felt. To have courage, to stand firm, to do the work we can do, to trust that God is able to pull it all together.

So we have been out this afternoon for a walk to try and unknot Steve's stomach, to get our IBAN number so he can send an invoice to a company in Asia, to ask about Child Trust Funds (it totally passed me by that they have ceased to be openable although we have a voucher that expires in a month that we can still use) and subsequently Junior ISAs so I have some reading to do.

Ben said to Steve at dinner, "You're the best. The best friend." and hugged him. It nearly made Steve cry.

Then he said "I'm going to get rid of you."

Ha :) What he meant was he needed to move Steve out of the way so I could get past, because I'd got my words wrong and said Steve was IN the way instead of ON the way, to the fridge!

And Charley has been walking up and down the ground floor pushing his trundle trolley, happy as anything. He discovered it this morning before breakfast, had another go at lunchtime, and had to have another go after tea! He's gonna master that soon - if he doesn't keep turning to look at me to say look mama aren't I da bomb!! and then falling over, that is ;-)