That’s what I seem to be doing on weekends these days. I’d sleep in on Saturday, wake up around 7.30, have my leisurely coffee and brekky, and by 8.30, start to vacuum the house and clean my abode. By the time I’m nearly done around 11.30pm, it’d be time to pick up kiddo from her class and send her for lunch by 12.15pm before her next tuition at 1.15pm. Then it’s back home and a quick catch of breath and potter around the house to touch up on the cleaning done in the morning before picking up kiddo from her class. Then, it’s back home for some ironing, and sending kiddo off again, for her Youth Worship Service. It’s only after picking her up from the Service, that I felt ready to rest and relax over a cup of red and a DVD.

This morning, the ICC service was a Praise Service. I had prepared something to share but it just didnt feel right so I kept my notes and just soaked in the others’ sharings. We came back after church for a quick lunch, Theresa and I then went out to do some quick shopping. I wanted to cook to get some food in the fridge and freezer for this coming week. We went shopping at Wing Sum’s in Glen Waverley, and I came back to cook while Kiddo and Theresa went back to church for a ping pong session with some church friends. I spent the next 3 hours washing, chopping, cutting and cooking. By the time they came back from their ping pong session, I had tonight’s dinner and the next 4 days (at least) meals ready. They are now in the fridge and freezer and with the lunches also tucked away in the fridge, I feel free and ready for the week.

My boss was away for a conference in Bangkok last week and by most accounts, had a torrid and really rough week. So, I hope tomorrow wouldnt see the start of a bad week for her at work. Hopefully I can be of some help for her.

For this morning’s Praise Service, I had wanted to share about how grateful I was and still am, for my father’s quick and easy departure. As much as I miss him and regret immensely, my missing him, I am extremely happy (more grateful I guess) he didnt have to suffer greatly. That seems to be his lot in life. He just went through life with the minimum of fuss or pain. He truly was a free spirit. I thank God for that.