Remember when I was whining about my long Wednesdays stuck in the church?

My day: hit snooze, hit snooze, hit snooze, stumble out of bed and into my PDA blue shirt and the same pants I've worn every day this week, pick up two teens and a big truck, drive to the warehouse, pick out tons of donated furniture, drive to Waveland, drop off furniture, quick prayer, run by Long Term Recovery office to sign grant applications, eat lunch with two (now I've discovered them to be awesome) teens, drop off more furniture in Biloxi, receive random phone calls from homeowners/caseworkers/staff, drop amazing teens off at the warehouse to help out over there for the rest of the day, drive to church, meet with a homeowner in tears because she received a demo order from the city today, pray, unload trash from the truck while visiting with PDA friend, deal with rough surprise visit from a homeless family, get them food, talk with other staff and pastor, help homeless family try to find some resources, freak out, pray, cry, tell family that I have to call child protective services, cry, pray, run back up to the office, stall, buy a plane ticket, wait for my last appointment of the day, stall, receive mail- package from my dad (hurray), appointment is a no show, get back in the truck, call cps from the truck while driving to the warehouse for the third time today, cry, cry, cry, pray, arrive at warehouse and find two awesome teens helping a lady load her car full of free furniture, notice that the car is too full and she still needs more stuff, offer to take some stuff in the big truck, load a fridge and the heaviest couch ever into the truck, drive to lady's house, step in red-ant hill the size of Mt. Everest, unload fridge and couch, drive back to church, drop off the two coolest teens ever, go to meeting with boss, drive home to sit on porch with PDA friend, eat dinner that awesome housemate cooked, run to prayer meeting at church, cry, pray, cry, pray, drive to pick up roommate at the airport, back to the apartment, enjoy spontaneous party at apartment with program coordinators/roommates/roommate's family, grilled by roommate's sister about roommate's new boyfriend, work on crossword puzzle, give in to the day, pray for the Thomases and all the struggling families on the Gulf Coast, hit the bed. Whew.

2 days until mom arrives on the coast! (And just in time.....)