Thursday, July 31, 2008

Should've known better OR My husband is a saint!

So, my mom's been gone for nearly a week to see my sister in San Antonio. My mom is a stay at home grandma to 2 nieces and one nephew...full time...for free. My brother takes the cake in advantage taking. He uses her the most. My sister uses her fairly regularly, but has a much more flexible schedule. So for about the last year, the only time my mom has watched my two kids are when she's asked me if she could. I just feel so bad most of the time to even ask her, because I just feel she needs a break, for crying out loud.

Anyhow, today, she came home and I'd told my kids that we could stop by and see grandma after school for just a little while. Well, of course, everyone missed grandma, so everyone was there. It was sheer chaos. At one point, I looked at my dad and said, "wanna make a run for it?" So, basically, chaos and I don't get along really well. By the time I left, I just felt totally frazzled. Not helping the issue, is the fact that I feel kinda crappy. The kids have caught their first colds--during the second week of school--and so, yes, now I have a cold as well. Basically, in the state I was in already, I never should have gone over there, if I'd known the chaos would be there. Thus, I should've known better.

Then we came home, and it all just progressed. My darling daughter decided to stretch out on the nasty, dog-haired covered floor, sliding across it on her new back pack... knowing full well, she's not supposed to lay on the nasty, dog-haired covered floor in the first place, much less "ride" her backpack across it....

Then came dinner, which was quite tasty, but that was overlooked by the fact that my sweet son apparently has a drinking problem. Now, let me clarify. He is FIVE. He's been very regularly drinking from a cup without a lid for quite some time, and yet the last few weeks, or months... I've lost track... if he's not complaining about what we are having, he is spilling his drink all over the front of himself and the table. I kid you not, our table will need to be refinished soon. The frustration finally got to me and I yelled at him. And he proceeded to cry. It was fun times. (*sarcasm*)

And as the night went on, we came to tooth brushing time. As sweet son was brushing his teeth... he wasn't doing as well as he used to. And when Daddy tried to tell him to do better... more tears.... lots of drama since school started. So I tried to settle down before we actually prayed with them. Seemed to work a bit.

The last part of my title is dedicated to my sweet man. He is currently working his frustrations out at the gym, of which he fully deserves to tonight, cuz frankly, I'm unsure of who was the bigger basket-case: my kiddos or me. And yet, he came and kissed me tenderly on the lips before he left to go to the gym... actually, he's been gone a while... hope he's coming back...(just kidding Honey!) My point being. He could've just stomped out of here, as I was tempted to do earlier after dinner, and scram like some hubbies would do, but he didn't. He held his cool. And he still loved on me. And that, my friends, is the best gift of all in my book. And I sure do love that man.

So can I get a big : THANK GOD TOMORROW IS FRIDAY? Here's to a better day tomorrow and hopefully the kids and I will be feeling better and even more so, hopefully Daddy won't get it.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Back to school....

So this past Thursday was my kiddos first day back to school. In our district, we run our school on cycles. Each cycle lasts 9 weeks, with a 3 week break in between, save for the summer break, which lasts 6 weeks. This year was my youngest child's first day of Kindergarten. I did pretty good and so did he, until after school...when I picked him up and he was in tears. Seems someone had stolen his lunch. A KINDERGARTNERS LUNCH STOLEN ON THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! I was just devastated that his first day was marred by someone's meanness. So, today the missing lunch box finally showed up, hidden on a bus, empty. We don't ride the bus. So that tells me someone took it. I guess they needed it more than we did.

Sis is in second grade now. She was happy to get the teacher she wanted, though I really think she's struggling with not having her BFF in her class this year, since they shared Kindergarten and 1st grade together. I have worries that something is stirring in Hannah's spirit lately. I am not afraid, per se, but I am having a hard time watching her struggle to grasp onto faith in Jesus, and fight the fears she has. It's a hard thing to grasp, even as an adult sometimes. Poor thing has been worrying herself into having stomach aches and having some horrible night terrors. We've been praying with her each night and I've even been teaching her some scripture about how God never slumbers or sleeps and keeps watch over our comings and goings. I've been reminding her of her VBS verse from last year.. Joshua 1:9..."do not be terrified, do not be discouraged; for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go." I don't know what else to do. I've just asked as many people that know my child to pray for her.

I have enjoyed my alone time so far. I've done a little stamping, had a few lunches with my hubby and friends. Not as fun, but have done a little cleaning. :) Tonight I met with my friend Kari, who I will be teaching Mom's day out with in September. We managed to plan out our whole year tonight over dinner. Each week is labeled with a theme, so all we have to do is go research stories and craft/game ideas on our subjects and get our own weeks worth of stuff together. I think it will be a great time and I'm glad she is so organized. We'll have kids who have just turned 2, so that will be a challenge for me to keep the crafts simple. But I'm excited.

Here's hoping for a full night's sleep tonight with no little girl waking up with dreams....