I woke up feeling really groggy this morning.
Lydia and Lainey were getting ready to eat breakfast and Lisa was getting ready to go out for a run, when I said "I am going to take the world's longest shower". Prior to heading toward the bathroom, I joined the girls at the table to pray at breakfast time.
Lydia agreed to pray for us and this was her prayer:
"Dear Jesus, thank you that Mommy's running, Daddy's
taking the worst shower and for our food. Amen."
As it turns out, my shower was neither what I had stated nor what Lydia had stated.
But it was better than this poor kids shower:
"In June, the weather in St. Louis often turns into a blast furnace that lasts until mid September. That year (1934), on schedule, the grass in Sportsman's Park faded to a well-baked brown. Adding to the misery ushered in by the miles-long dust cloud in mid May, the Midwest was now caught in the grip of a heat wave that would last all summer and kill more than a thousand people. A two-year drought caused the Mississippi River to continue to drop and thus led to Missouri's worst farm crisis ever. St. Louis was also registering the highest temperatures since 1871. For thirty consecutive days, the thermometer reached 100 degrees or more."
