A Friend In The Middle of the Sweltering Heat...

Friday evening, I got a phone call. You'll never guess who it was! I'll give you a hint ... It was a beautiful blogging sister ... Time's up! It was Momrn2 !!! Okay, you might have guessed if you read her post about it ... but let me just say how much her phone call lifted my spirits. I just kept sitting there thinking ... "oh, my goodness ... oh, my goodness! She's called me!" Sort of as if she was a celebrity! Of course, as she mentioned in her post, our first call was cut short ... she was much kinder by saying that I needed to tend to "motherly duties," making it sound so glamorous ... when actually, I had to clean up an exploded poopie diaper that went all over Hunter's legs, belly, carpet, and me... then I had to bathe the child ... and then ... I returned her phone call. What a joy she is. And, like Lauren, who called me last Friday ... Momrn2 is NOT an evil axe murderer either! So pleasant, so kind ... the call was so thoughtful, that my husband and I chatted about it afterwards.

It was another good thing for my husband to see and hear. I think he's slowly coming around to accepting the fact that I'm not blogging with mean, evil people that want to come steal my child, my belongings, or my dog. Not that anyone would want her, but you know what I mean!

While I was talking to her on the second phone call, our air conditioner broke. Kapute. Dead. It cut our phone call short again, but I felt the glow of her love and warmth all weekend long. Well, I also felt the glow and warmth of sleeping in an 80 degree house without air conditioning ... only fans ... but the warmth that filled my heart was from the special phone call. Thank you, friend! It was most welcome (and needed)!

Then on Sunday, my sister-in-law (my husband's brother's wife, but she and Sunshine [husband's sister] have the same names, so I'll have to come up with a name for her so as not to confuse people) gave me a hug, and spoke some words of encouragement to me about not caring what other's thought about me on the beach, but that I should concentrate on spending time with my son and having fun, creating memories, and pretty much, chasing after him. She's right. It's just a lot harder to do when you know you've got cottage cheese peeking out from under that swimming suit.

Finally, I went up for prayer on Sunday. The pastor rebuked satan and the feelings of depression he was placing on me. And, today, I feel better. I can feel the fog starting to lift. It's strange how depression can creep up on you. Even when you're taking medication for it. Recently (as in the past week), I have seen how hard satan is at work. He is working overtime to bring many of my friends down. But he doesn't have a strong foothold, and his grip is weak, and slowly, he's being kicked to the curb. Hallelujah!

So, now ... we are sweltering in a hot, muggy home. We try to surround ourselves with fans, we have all the windows open, and fortunately, up until Sunday afternoon, the weekend wasn't humid. But then ... BAM ... the humidity slapped us in the face. This morning, I took a shower, dried my hair, and felt like I needed another shower! Ugh! So, I thought I'd let you know, that due to the lack of air conditioning in our home ... which brings on a lack of sleep, we shall be leaving tonight to go to the beach instead of tomorrow. YAY!!! I need the break! So, you probably won't hear a peep out of me all this week. I'll try to log in at some time, but... don't hold your breath!