Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Some days, I just want to start over.

Actually, I don't want to start the day over, I just want it to come to a close.  Some days, it's easy to see the positive, some days, it's easier to try and be positive.  And some days, you just know it's not going to happen, and you wait for another try tomorrow.  Today was that day.

I started the day waking up late.  It was almost 8 o'clock before I was woke up.  It's never good to start behind.  And since Mom wasn't getting her day started, neither were the kids. And from the time I got up, it seemed I went from putting out one fire to the next.  There was milk, but no cereal. So I had to convince the screaming 4 year old oatmeal was okay. That she liked oatmeal.  That she ate it nearly every other day. But she had it in her head she wanted cold cereal.

Then there was the baby thinking it was funny to drink large gulps of her milk out of her cup and spray it all over the living room floor.  And everyone sat and laughed and didn't tell Mom until half the cup was gone. Try breaking THAT habit now.

Or how about opening all the school work folders to discover someone forgot to get the copies done.  And having to get those done while the two year old yells about having to sit on the toilet. (I WANT A DIAPER!)(Not happening now, buddy.) And the copier gripes at you every other copy that the toner is getting low. (It will do this for like a month) All the while, the 4 and 5 year old are playing Veggie Tag and asking in tandem, "Are we having school? Where's our school? What are we doing for school today? Did you forget our school today?"

Suddenly, it was lunch time.  I don't know how that snuck up on us, but we were once again running late for lunch.  Somehow I was Super Mom, and gave them something new, and didn't get one complaint.  Peanut butter and apple slices sandwiches with honey drizzled over it.  They were thrilled! 

Put the two year old and one year old to bed. And started back up with school.  While teaching the older three their Latin, the 8 year old screams at the two year old.  You know, the one that's supposed to be in bed? And if you come here often, you also know he is full of mischief.  Yeah, this time?  Red permanent marker all over the table, book, and KINDLE!!!! I think the 13 year old lost 5 years off his life. The screen was covered in red.  The table had a massive piece of art work on it.  The book, thankfully, only had the cover colored on.  The protective cover we made for the book. 

Super Mom to the rescue; I saved the Kindle.  It is color free again.  And in perfect working condition.  The table, not so much. And I cannot figure out what the eight year old was doing that he didn't notice until after 15 minutes worth of coloring had been done.

Back to Latin.  Two year old got up again.  Put him back to bed to notice the 4 and 5 year old looking awfully guilty.  Discover they have taken 13 year old's book, and traced their hands all over the inside pages.  And of course tell me they didn't do it.  But since they were smart enough to SIGN THEIR NAMES to their hand prints, they were busted.  Off to bed for lying to Mom and defacing books.

It is now seven o'clock.  The 13 year old is still doing school work.  Everyone else finally finished around two hours ago.  Dinner has been eaten and cleaned up.  And all were kicked outside to run off some of the energy.  I did ask my eight year old if he could remember the memory verse from last week. "Sure! It's Philippians 4:6-7.  Be obnoxious in nothing, but in prayer, ask God for help.....I can't remember the rest".  Needless to say, I'm still rolling in laughter.  And I think I may go play with the kids!


Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving, let your requests be made known to God;  and the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.

Lord, guard my heart from wrath. Let me be patient and kind, and thank you for blessing me with these children.