Some days I feel like all of my days are spent waiting for something in the future.

  • days spent learning Latin – 2
  • days until a girls club sleepover – 4 (need I say that sleepovers are a result of the Fall?!)
  • days until we leave for a much-needed vacation – 13
  • days spent potty training the fur baby – 36
  • days spent waiting for an answer to our short sale offer – 47

Somehow I don’t think this is what the psalmist meant when he prayed “teach us to number our days.”