Griffin woke up this morning feeling much better. He spent the morning sitting on the couch, watching TV. After he had been up for several hours, it became apparent – he was better, but he was worn out.
Also, today a construction crew was at our house. Currently they are working on replacing our roof, and on occasion we saw workers walk past the window.
So, with pounding over head I suggested he go to his room and try to lay down and get some much needed rest.
“These pajamas are making me hot.”
And the fun times just keep on coming…
Yesterday after I dropped the kids off at school I returned home, and discovered envelopes thrown on the floor. The same envelopes I had asked, Ruthie, to “put into Owen’s folder, IN his backpack”. Ugh. Some days it is hard to decide if I am losing my mind or if my children are not listening to a thing I say.
It was 3:00 before I knew it. My phone rang. It was the school. This was not going to be good.
“Jana, we have a bit of a problem. Griffin, missed the bus…”
As the weekend drew to a close, I made my best effort to get everyone to bed at a reasonable time. I asked them earlier in the day to make sure they had their school things together – folders and library books in their backpacks as tomorrow is library day. If I said this once, I said it a dozen times.
The kids took their showers early. I
bribed them told them if they picked up all of their things that they had scattered all over the floor, we could play a game of Uno. I again reminded them to make sure they had their library books in their backpacks. I didn’t want any delays in the morning.
It is apparent that Christmas is approaching. I see the Christmas ads, I hear the Christmas music playing on the radio, and I see you – with your house fully decorated. I’ve seen the pictures on Facebook of numerous Christmas trees, and I’ve heard some people say they are already done with their shopping.
As for me? No! Not even close! In fact, I’m almost working myself into a panic attack as I type this. I’ve barely started my shopping. I don’t even know what I’m buying everyone, and I can’t even begin to think about decorating my house…someone would have to come clean it first.
A birthday party just wouldn’t be the same without the cake – if you ask me anyway.
Several years ago, my Mom was cleaning out her kitchen and she came across a cake decorating set. She no longer wanted it, so I took it home with me. I knew nothing about decorating cakes, and it set unused in my kitchen for a long while. And then, for one of the kid’s birthday cakes I decided to try my hand at decorating. The cake was far from perfect, but the smile on their face was. And this is why, I continue to decorate cakes for my children. The cakes have improved over the years, and while they are still not perfect, they continue to put a smile on my children’s faces.
Sometimes the best laid plans go astray. This would be the case for my family yesterday.
Like many families, we had plans of attending Thanksgiving celebrations. Those plans all changed, however, when Ruthie entered my room just after midnight on Thursday.
“I don’t feel so good. My stomach really hurts.”
An hour later, the inevitable happened – she got sick. An hour after that – she got sick again. And an hour after that – she got sick yet again…
Whoever said weekends are relaxing obviously never spent one at my house.
Oh sure, it started out fine and dandy, but the ending left something to be desired.
Friday was a quite evening at home. I love those. We ate popcorn, and watched a movie. Owen, who “wasn’t tired”, fell asleep on the couch. I carried him off to bed once the movie was over, and the rest of us weren’t far behind him.
Saturday was a big day in our community. Our high school football team had managed to win sectional and regional this year. Each win was a first in school history!
It would appear that I am a little delayed with my posts. Since I am frequently running behind in almost every aspect of my life, why should my blog be any different?
I have decided to post a summary of the last few days, because I am now caught up with all my other tasks.
Who am I kidding? I can’t even type that with a straight face. It is more like this – I have decided to post a summary of the last few days, because I am avoiding my chores like the plague.
Nonetheless here it goes…
Bed time is always interesting. While everyone goes to bed, I can almost guarantee not everyone is staying there.
Tonight was no exception, and the culprit this time was Owen.
With tears in his eyes, he wandered back to the living room.
“What is wrong, Owen?”
In a soft voice, he said, “Mommy, I don’t want to go to college”.
“What are you talking about?”
“When I get big, I don’t want to go to college and leave you.”
Much to his relief, I informed him we have a long while before we have to worry about this.
I try to teach my children to take care of their things. However, this morning that whole concept backfired on me.
At the beginning of the school year, I bought each of my children a new pair of shoes. I also instructed each of them that these shoes were intended for school, not for play. So, they weren’t allowed to wear them until school started, and their old shoes became their “play shoes”. Otherwise, our new shoes would have been trashed before the school year even started.