we never took the strand of twinkle lights down in our room from christmas -
i like the way it lights up the room. i like sitting the old green chair. i've learned to like the windows open at night ... since rex does. tonight i sat in there while rex was getting his work clothes ready for tomorrow at ate leftover enchiladas. it was my 1st real meal of the day ... breakfasts on sunday mornings are typically sacrificed for boys with combed hair and other getting ready for church sort of tasks. then lunch today was kinda interrupted by regan wanting lunch. dinner was popcorn & jack and i aren't big popcorn fans ... so it was all the way past nine and rex thought i should eat : ) he told me to drink a big glass of water instead of the bowl of ice cream i wanted.
regan was for live & for reals sick tonight. just a fussy little thing all evening till she threw up and then she just fell asleep on my shoulder. i can't remember the others sick throwing up so little .... after she was done eating tonight i just sat and loved her. the side of her head was sweaty with little curls stuck down, she was close enough to feel her little puffs of breathing - i just kissed her over & over.
so this new song playing is my theme song of the week. all the crazy hours of work have been leading up to this week and i'm not excepting to see much of rex. this song reminds me of him ( ... all obviously except the drunk part ... ) we played it loudly on youtube tonight - the kids danced little jigs around the living room to it.
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its spring.
we did some planting this week. i made a run to home depot one night for more supplies. the overly friendly garden guy was going a bit out of his way to be helpful trying to tell me where the trellis' were and which bag of potting soil was the best. my first thought was 'married, i'm married dude, married with 5 kids & i just want cheapest bag of dirt you sell.' somehow i don't think he got asked about potting soil very often since he was reading the tags right along ... or 3 sentences behind me. how many cubit feet for how much ... he finally came up with his best recommendation - the miracle grow moisture control bag. the what! by this point i was really very ready to be politely done with his help and i was trying not to laugh out loud ... moisture control : ) what exactly is that?? i was thinking of my boys and wondering how that fancy bag of dirt would control its moisture when they took the hose to it!! i refrained from asking.
we'll see how the new plants do in plain uncontrolled soil : )
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i had a 1st this weekend - never in my parenting years has it happened quite like it did ...
to start with we were on our own saturday with lots of shopping & errands to do. i gave my here's the plan speech which includes how mom expects kids to be and it was all going pretty well ...
our 3rd stop was to a bank we've never been to to make a deposit that we don't ever make. as i was turning in i saw a drive thru and thought sweet, this will be perfect - then i realized the drive thru was just an atm. no problem i'll just run it in super quick - then i saw the line of people & thought i can't leave them legally in the car that long. so since regan had been in her carseat for the first two stores i thought here goes & i turned around and told them all we were all going in and there were crazy amounts of people and this was not our bank and they didn't know our names and we wouldn't be getting candy and we would be staying by mom and we would be using inside voices and we would be as absolutely fast as we could. so out we all piled and in we all went - right away the boys saw big black chairs that were empty and i nodded saying that was a good idea to just sit in them. why are so many people at banks on saturdays?! enough for there to be those stretchy line forming guard ropes that must somehow secretly call kids to want to pull them and lean into them and hang on them and try to unhook them - at least that's what they were saying to 4 of my 5 children. the big chairs were no longer fun to sit in and the line hadn't moved and there was now a decent line behind us and i'd already quietly told each boy to not pull and let go and come here 7 times over i'm sure. then it was time to hold molly's hand to prevent anymore rope snapping and maybe one person had moved up in front of me and that's when everything went wrong. because that's when molly decided holding my hand was not a good idea and instead of just a whining whimper she dropped dead weight as i held her wrist and started crying 'hur me hur me' her way of saying my hand holding her wrist was hurting her. i realize 7 minutes in most circumstances in not a long amount of time but it was forever as i stood there in a battle of wills with a 2 year old hanging from me screaming a lung out, holding a baby and a crinkled deposit. somehow keeping the boys off the ropes was less of a concern. i was seriously the lady with the screaming kid in a small bank lobby, in a line that was not moving, with who knows how many pairs of eyes behind me wondering who knows everything about my choice to stay in that said line. i got hot : ) i had to make the deposit. i decided i was not going to worry about what the line behind me thought. i never looked back, i held tighter to her arm, i managed half a smile at her and told her i was sorry, sorry for her that i was going to win ... i didn't ask her to be quiet - it was past that and after a bit thought if they really want me to leave they would open another teller's window and help me. finally it was our turn and i leaned forward with my hand that was holding regan and gave him the deposit and over molly's loud cry's i told him i needed a receipt. no that wasn't my name on the check i said and no i didn't have an account there and no i hadn't signed the back ... all that meant he needed to call someone else to verify everything. i think the lady was ready for her once quiet bank to be quiet again because she did her best at helping quickly. i felt someone tap my shoulder and turned to see the lady that must have been behind me - she smiled a sweet smile and told me i was doing good - she was a saint, i'm sure ... i didn't even call the other kids as i walked out - they followed on their own, benny with a handful of pamphlets on saving & investing, passed the line that was nearly out the door. and then we made it back to the car and dealt with dolly.
over the years i've come a long way in my judgment's when i see kids crying in public places - from the my kid will never do that - to do something with your kid already - to he could just be tired - to ehh you really don't know what's doing on - to the sympathetic look you give the mom ....
..... molly at the bank was a first : )
and do you know that after all that i decided to still make stops 4, 5 & 6. yep i did.
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pick a theme song & have a great week!
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