Episodes of Dora consumed by Joey: 3 (hangs head in shame)
Minutes of prayer/desperate supplications thrown skyward: ongoing…just hanging on here.
What’s spinning on Youtube this morning: This power ballad by Casting Crowns. ( Please ignore the creepy final verse crooned by somebody’s 11-year old. It’s a strange and apparently Protestant phenom to insert high-pitched children’s voices into the end of worship songs. Weird.) I honestly love this song so much that it makes me cry. And I’m fairly confident that it is the sole reason I dated the guy who introduced me to it. Hindsight is truly 20/20.
Number of times JP has feigned sleep, tricking me into laying him down in hopes of a longer-than-18-minute nap: 3.
Percentage points of increased self-esteem earned by doing housework while clad in work-out gear: 200
I’m sure you’re all enthralled.