Funny story...

So, Francis is gone this week. He's serving the church by attending the General Assembly of the OPC, with delegates from across North America and overseas. They began on Wednesday, and hope to wrap up by next Wednesday. I can't wait to hear how God is growing his church when he gets back!
That's the exciting news. The unexciting news is that I'm single parenting.
Unfortunately, it's a hot, hot week.
With children who can't sleep because of the heat. Awake 32/48 hrs.
And chickens who were violently murdered. Two.
And a daughter who has the remnants of the stomach bug. Two loads of laundry.
And grapes were on sale. Jessie doesn't like grapes. No naps. very fussy. 86 grapes.
And no keys to the van. One back up set. Yes...
and this is where the story gets exciting!

Well to beat the heat and the grumps, we're going to go shopping and garage saling. And maybe even to a pet store to LOOK at the critters. I find the keys in the van's ignition, with a very dead battery. Great. For emergencies, I like to have a working vehicle, but the neighbours aren't home. I really, really want to get the van boosted before dark falls, and the vd's have an extra vehicle in the driveway, and they leave the keys in it, so I figure I'll just go do it myself. Got the booster cables - check. Got the google'd directions - check. Jessies safe - check. Okay, the girls are coming with me (remember the not sleeping?). We walk over, pick up the van and I hop out to get the girls out so they can watch from the front porch. Run around to their door, and it's locked. Wierd. Sammi's looking scared. "Sammi, hit the button again." click. lock. "again, Sammi, the other way." click, click, click. "Sammi, hit the button." "This one?" points to a freckle on the dash. "No, the door one." "This one?" hits a stain on the seat. . Okay, don't panic. There's always 911. "Sammi, hit the window button!" rolls window down. "sorry, mom!" I unlock the door, they watch from the porch, I successfully boost the car. The chickens are locked up. The kids are sleeping. Thunderstorms cooled things off. Two days down, five to go. Things are looking up!

Now, the only question is... icecream or schmirnoff?