Sahm I Am - By Meredith Efken Page 0,73
my clean floor in shapes that look incredibly like my husband’s boot-prints! Grrrr…)
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From:
P. Lorimer
To:
“Green Eggs and Ham”
Subject:
Re: [SAHM I AM] TOTW April 4: Ordering Our Priorities
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Hello girls!
I just ran over to Brenna’s house to check my e-mail (no Internet access at the cottage) and I can attest to the creeping mud issue in her kitchen—except I’m afraid that now the mud is forming itself into shapes that look like my shoes, too! The nerve…
I am really enjoying Oklahoma and farm life. So is Jonathan. I hadn’t realized how near to burnout he was in Wisconsin until we got here and started settling in. He is still sleeping 12 to 14 hours a day. At first, I was worried he was depressed. But now, it appears it’s just his way of recovering from what happened. He isn’t talking to me much about how he’s feeling, but I’m hoping we’ll have some time to check out Brenna’s camping pasture. She and Darren offered to babysit the children some night after it dries out a bit.
What amazes me most is how quiet it is here. I thought small-town life was quiet, but this is silence on an entirely new level. You can stand outside on a still day and almost hear your heart beating. I spent most of the afternoon yesterday while Bennet and Julia were napping, sitting on a “big, round bale” in the field near the house just listening to the quiet and letting peace seep into my very bones. It was a balm to my spirit.
We haven’t even discussed Jonathan’s job situation yet. I don’t think he’s ready to work on it at the moment. But the Lindbergs aren’t letting us pay any of the bills, despite our protests, not even groceries. And the car was (thankfully) paid for. So our only real concern is health insurance. We really should get the children on Medicaid, and just pray neither Jonathan nor I get sick or injured. But other than that small worry, we are loving it here.
Blessings,
Phyllis
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From:
Brenna L.
To:
“Green Eggs and Ham”
Subject:
Phyllis
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I hate to sound like I’m rubbing it in, gals, but I love having Phyllis here! You should have seen us when they pulled up in the drive. She got out of the car and I ran out of our house, and we squealed and gave each other a hug. Our poor guys were standing behind us looking at each other, like, “Hi, I don’t know you, so I’m not going to hug you.”
And then, Phyllis and I were all, like, “You don’t look anything like I expected!” For some reason I thought she’d be tall, with short blond hair, sort of a squareish face, and blue eyes. But Phyllis has this elegant, oval face and long, straight brown hair and gorgeous brown eyes. When she wears her hair up, you’d swear she was a ballerina, she’s so graceful looking. (She’s looking over my shoulder now, and just slapped me on the arm, saying, “Oh, please!”) :)
Hi, girls, this is Phyllis writing now. Brenna exaggerates. I’m hardly graceful. She had me fooled, too. I was expecting she’d be really short, petite, with glossy light brown hair cut in a pageboy. But she’s taller than I imagined, willowy (e.g., zero body fat, which I’m trying not to be envious about), with curly hair that is long and dark brown, and a sparkly smile that lights up her whole face. No wonder Darren was swept off his feet when he met her! :)
Okay, Brenna’s back—zero body fat, whatever! Anyway, as you can tell, we’re having fun getting to know each other in person. We were thinking that sometime, maybe next year, we should all try to get together somehow. Like a Green Eggs and Ham retreat somewhere. Wouldn’t that be fun? We could leave the kiddos with our DHs and have a girls-only weekend. :) Hmm, I’ll be fantasizing about that for the rest of the day!
Okay, I’d really better go mop that floor…the mud is launching an invasion on my house.
Brenna
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From:
Dulcie Huckleberry
To:
“Green Eggs and Ham”
Subject:
Dress Measurements!!!
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Whoo-hoo, girls! I just got Tom to help me take my measurements to send to Jeanine so she can get my dress for the wedding. (He enjoyed “helping” me way too much!) But I’m dancing around the house, chanting,
I AM DOWN TWO SI—ZES!
I AM DOWN TWO SI—ZES!
I think Tom thinks I’ve lost my mind. But he doesn’t realize how hard I’ve