Sunday

Somewhere I have heard that Sunday is a day of rest. I wish.  I am tired and it is 5:41 right now.
Sundays at our house are as busy as any other day.   We just have a different schedule.

5:30 1st alarm rings
6:00 Hubby starts to get ready
7:00 Everyone up. 
7:30 Hubby out the door to first meetings.
8-9  Get Sunday lessons ready to go
9:30 Teens begin to whine about not want to go to church.  Much more whining from the parent.
10:00 Shower and dress to set a good example for the teens
10:30 Hubby back for breakfast
11 Hubby leaves for next meeting
11:15  Spend the next 90 minutes strongly encouraging teens to get ready.
12:30 leave for church in two cars for four people.  Church is 4 blocks away.
1:00 Nice service.  Teens are quiet.
2:00 Sunday school. Class of teens.  Need strong control on frustration and temper.
4:00 Everyone is Home and GRUMPY
5:00 Fabulous dinner is on the table and everyone is GRUMPY
5:40 Blog about being GRUMPY after church

Can we do this over??? Time to  nap now.;

Tribe

The people who visit make my shop hum.  They are the life blood of the place.  They are some of the most creative, loving, fabulous humans in our community.  It's one thing to start a business to make money.  It's quite another to develop a group, a community, or a tribe.  These folks are a tribe.  They come from vastly different backgrounds and perspectives.  They have vastly different skills and materials preferences.  But they love and support one another through thick and thin.

It's one of the unintended consequences.  Who sets out to form a tribe?

A little more than a year ago, we almost lost a member of the tribe.  She broke into a bazillion little pieces but somehow managed to survive.  This pic is one of her first times back in the shop.  Feel the joy in this pic.  There were a few tears that night and a lot more laughter.  Her best friends pulled off a massive surprise that night and found a way to bring her sister in from California.  A surprise party from the tribe converged at the shop. 

The past year has seen the tribe change and stretch and grow.  Two members moved, a beloved parent died, pipes froze, serious illnesses were endured, children were born, teens rebelled, and lovers left.  The tribe listened to it all and provided support in the most loving of ways. 

May you all have a tribe like this.