Am being throttled to death slowly by my final paper. What makes it worse is that I'm really into the subject, just to tired and lazy to put much effort into the writing. it would just be better if i didn't care at all. shoot.
on other fronts, i babysat this morning while my friend Rebecca taught an ESL class. hudson, her son and my little buddy, is three years old and in the middle of potty training. so most of the time, i was in the church nursery bathroom with him, trying to convince him to poop. see, he hasn't quite gotten the hang of it yet, and has been making himself sick by er... witholding. i could tell he was in some degree of discomfort, but everytime i tried to get him to sit down, he would burst into tears, which would also make his little brother everett cry. it was quite different from my regular grad-school discussions. though, as my friend marybeth once told me while she was trying to potty train her own son, there's a weird sermon illustration in there somewhere. sometimes, even though it is the best thing for us, we just can't let go of some stuff. even if we would feel so much better if we just relinquished control and let go. as it is in the bathroom, so it is in the rest of life. and god's just sitting there with us in the bathroom patiently.
that's too weird to ever put in a sermon. but it is good for a laugh.
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