Another week has flown by as the aftermath of heading to Tennessee for yet another CT scan and doctor visit. After getting home at three in the morning on Wednesday morning, we launched back in to school, work, co-op, AWANA, laundry, a trip to the state fair, church, and endless cleaning of the house. Somewhere in all of that I remembered to breathe, well, because here I still am in the flesh.
Even when blessed with more good news we come home exhausted. The twelve hour drive coupled with fresh sadness at leaving friends we love behind is a drain.
This chaos and change really doesn't get better. I am accepting that. And if it was better I wouldn't like it. I don't think it would mean anything good. As we plan for a field trip 90 minutes away tomorrow, and free museum day on Saturday, oh, and a birthday party Sunday... I need another deep breath.
Another deep breath, and time to laugh. I figure you all need a good laugh too, so I'll share my embarrassing, and frustrating Wednesday morning.
I've had the two older boys up since 6:00, and we get math, grammar, vocabulary, and spelling all out of the way by 9:30. (You may clap for us now, if you wish.)
I get my workout done, and decide to make a big smoothie for lunch to drink on the way to co-op. I call a couple of boys in from outside so I can shower (don't like wandering kids out and about while I am in the shower). They are dragging their feet, and I am getting frustrated.
"Let's go, let's go!!" Me, trying not to unravel too far.
"Moooooommm!! Someone's coming in the driveway!!"
Black SUV is pulling in the driveway, and why Oh why can't these boys get their rears in this house?!?
And dread overcomes me as I realize who it is, and I have no time for this.
We go through the obligatory exchange, and I "really do have no time right now, see I have to shower and gets these kids to co-op..."
And I am thankful I know I am going to heaven anyway as I head back in with my new brochure, and wondering about what they thought of my post work-out hair do.
I scramble to get the smoothie done so I can shower and rush out the door. And isn't the biggest hurry a mama can be in always detected, and foiled?
"It's yucky."
"Huh?"
"It's yucky."
"What's yucky." I have yet to really look.
"It's on me finger."
"Let me see your finger."
Oh. It's brown.
"What is that??? Where did you get that???"
Seriously?!?
"It's yucky!"
"Really?!?!?!!!"
I have had a boy or boys for over ten years now. Not one time did any one of them stick their finger down in the back of the diaper...
She really is a princess. She's a beauty. She cuddles babies and smiles sweetly. And she draws on walls, stains nearly all her shirts, yearns to play in dirt, and likes to do things, just so her mama can experience all those things she has only heard of.
Thanks little love.
We did make it to co-op on time. Some of us with new, clean pants and freshly scoured fingers.