Things have been going downhill ever since. Jack somehow managed to fall backward off the arm of the couch. Jude got hit by a flying miniature folding chair. Julia refused all three of my attempts to put her down for a morning nap. And everyone has been just plain cantankerous. Take morning devotions, for example. I got two sentences into it and Jude is sobbing at my knee, trying to climb up on my lap, and Julia has a death grip on my sweatpants (yup, it's been a sweatpants kinda day) and is doing that whining/dancing move she does when she so desperately wants to be held. And the only one who's being quiet, strangely quiet, is Jack who is mixing some sort of concoction with his oatmeal and whatever other objects he can find within arms reach.
|Morning devotions, or what some people like to call "quiet time."|
Naptime. When I should be folding that heaping pile of laundry, sweeping up crumbs from lunch, or devising new ways to keep my boys' bathroom smelling fresh. Instead, I'll write. Because writing is therapeutic and heaven knows I need some therapy today.
|Check out that shiner. Strangers stop to ask him how he got it, he just runs away to bury his head in my legs. But then Jack proudly pipes up with "I throw tubby toy at him!"|
|Another coping mechanism, long walks in the woods.|
|When we can't take it anymore, we head to the woods and let the boys run wild. Meanwhile us civilized ladies hang back and watch the leaves float to the forest floor, listen to the birds chirp and take deep gulps of autumnal scented breezes.|
|Jack doesn't understand why it's not hot enough for his pool, but he more than gets when it's cold enough for hot cocoa!|
Speaking of Jack and restrooms ... he's always giving something a bath while I'm trying to put the other two down for naps ...
Therein lies my third mistake. Never listen to your child when he tells you he doesn't have to go pee pee. Always insist they try. Because again, we didn't get more than 3 minutes down the road before Jude started yelling that he had to go. And this time I wasn't stopping, because there was no place to stop and we were so close. Alas, not close enough. Poor Jude wore wet pants all through Small Group.
The moral of this story is: always wait to add red pepper flakes until AFTER you've dished out the kids' portions. Or maybe it's: keep a close eye on the amount of water the kids drink right before leaving to go somewhere. Or perhaps: always make your child try to use the restroom when the opportunity presents itself. And then again: remember to carry a back-up set of clothes in your bag at all times. Yes, there are just so many lessons to be had here in just one short evening of my life.
I guess what I'm trying to say is, it's been a long week. And I am tired. And now that it's many, many hours since I started writing this post. And the kids are in bed. And I actually did get around to cleaning the bathroom, sweeping the floor and folding all 4 loads of laundry... there is a book on my Kindle calling my name. Let the weekend begin!