Well, let’s just say that this weekend has been less than pleasurable. No doubt, I have so much to be grateful for, but can I–for just this entry–be frustrated with the weekend? Saturday I got my hair colored, which is no doubt the highlight of the weekend (no pun intended). At least the gray is covered.
Grocery shopping, cooking, laundry, urgent care, way too much time alone with the three munchkins, and I missed my “talk to other adults while your kids are in nursery day” today because I stayed home with all the kids since Ruby isn’t feeling well. Now I feel like I am getting a cold, too. AND Josh had an extra early meeting at church that is to last until 7:30. SOOOOOO, I try to escape from kiddy land (“Mom, where are my shoes? Mom, can I have an apple without the peel? I really am thirsty for cold water. Can I play pbskidsdot ord? I don’t want to watch that movie!!!! Mama, Mack is hurting me. Mama, Ruby pushed me. Where’s daddy? Is it still daytime? Where’s my shoes? and on and on and on and on and on and on…). OK, so in my effort to escape, I look at some blogs online of people I do not even know. One gal just had her baby, Harper, on Friday and there are major heart issues. Another young girl, Bonnie, lost her husband in a car wreck. She has a two year old and is pregnant. Wow. Unimaginable. I got rather engrossed in their stories and should have realized that things were just a bit too quiet around here and that no one had interrupted me in ten minutes, which is an eternity! Here is what I found when I went to check on the little people:
So, after they finished their painting, I safely hid the polish. They actually handled the polish quite well. They painted their toes and fingernails, not Mack’s and not any furniture. I will get off of here now…….back to kiddy land and loads of laundry and a brain of moosh. But, in all seriousness, after reading the other stories of people’s struggles, I have a better perspective on kiddy land, so that is good. I am glad to be in a warm HOME, with three kids that are mostly healthy, loads of laundry that represent five sweet lives, a computer that does allow for contact with the “outside world,” and a husband who loves Jesus and wants to learn how to be the best Sunday School teacher he can………
