Even a Broken Clock...

I'm lucky enough to have one of those front-loader washing machines.  I really like it.  It saves time, water, and wear and tear on our clothes.  There has been one thing irking me, though.  Whenever I load clothes into it, the door always closes on me.  We re-balance the machine, but the floor isn't completely level (basement), so it's not a long-term solution.

Grrrrr...so annoying!  (I know...First World problem.)

Finally, I had a genius idea!  Well, genius for me.

Velcro.

See?  Now it stays wide open until I'm ready to close the door myself.  YAY!

I'm not going to tell you how many years we've owned the machine before I had my "Eureka!" moment.  Suffice it to say: "Even a broken clock is right twice a day."

Sisters

My girls don't always get along.  Scratch that.  They don't often get along.  That's hard on a mom.  I'm not sure if it's the age difference (seven years), or that they have completely different temperaments, a combination, or something of which I have no understanding.

The younger one is desperate for the older's attention--in any form possible, good or bad.  The older one is desperate for privacy.  What's a mother to do?

"Make us share a room," says the younger.  The older doth protest too much, methinks!

I pray.  Often.  And I am, at times, tempted to make them share a room.

Once in a great while, there is a glimmer of hope.  The younger wrote this today:

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And she colored a picture on the back:

I think we are getting there.

Pray for us.

Thank you.