No we are not lost, yet

After more then a month of no word I'm sure that many of the three of you had assumed us dead or baried in diapers. Ok maybe baried in diapers but not dead. We have however had some eventful...uh...events. In April Alma moved back out to his apartment with Misty (when she decides to stay there) and two weeks ago Alma was slow to move again. At this time I decided to drug test him and he came up positive. Things did not look good because I knew with the way things were, the business could not go through the ups and downs again. So a family council was called and it was decided that the best thing to do would be to shut down the business. Since then I have been going though the motions of doing just that. The rentals have rallied to fill the void in my life by calling with new repairs and problems. Isabella visited for a week to lend her support in the week following the shut down of the business. I'm so glad she came, it is always fun to see how are the kids are growing and hear Isabella expound on how her kids are better than Raif. Kregg then called her home too soon and I was once again left with just my closer loved ones.

It was during this lull that I discovered how important it is for husbands to listen to their wives. And how carefully we should phrase requests. Prior to all of this and late into the night, a brilliant thought had accurd to me. I wanted a fun date planned completely by my husband. To some this may not seem like such a great thing but to my husband Dennis it was akin to giving an hour long speach in church naked. Death was looking better and better. For fun I gave him a full month to come up with this date. Now fast forward through the next couple weeks. By then I had become a bundle of sad, sometimes weepy, over stressed, under loved shell of myself. I began to rip Dennis apart for small things like not helping to set the table, plow the garden, walk on water, etc. While Isabella was here we talked about why I had not received my date, and he wondered if I would want to go out while Isabella was here. To which I happily replied that she was a free babysitter. Days after Isabella left, I had taken these things to my heart and thought on them (Luke 2:51) then cornered my husband again on the nondate. My love language is gifts and acts of service. Dennis' is quality time and physical touch. For those of you unfamiliar with the love languages please refer to the books that mom gave out for Christmas 2004-05. I discovered that I had really asked Dennis to address my love language by taking me on a date. Dennis being the loving husband wanted to make it a major production of Broadway tickets, romance and candlelight. I had moved past these notions to just wanting to get out of the house. After long married persons discussion we learned that I needed to go out. On Tuesday Dennis took me out for dinner and a movie, on Wednesday I got my hair done by a professional salon lady, Thursday I got new shirts and hair things and by Friday I felt like I could once again take on the world. Dennis now has a wife that will pet him and sit by him as we watch movies. We have both learned a little more about loving each other and Dennis has readjusted the budget.

As for the business. We still have people calling hoping to find a plumber and Alma is going through the stages of grief. We know that he has past denial and anger. He has tried some bargaining but we are unsure if he has moved past it. We are hoping that before too long he will get to acceptance and find a new fabulous job that will help him figuire his life out.