I’ve got too much on my plate. I’ve bitten off more than I can chew. (Isn’t it interesting that we describe stress with food terms? Then we stuff our faces to deal with the stress. She says while eating a bowl of ice cream.) So, instead of being productive, I’m blogging.
So, what all is on my figurative plate? Hmmm…Christmas shopping, making photo albums for Sean’s family for Christmas (they ask that I do it every year), make decorations for a big program we are doing for our teenage girls this Wednesday and, oh yeah, try to run a household with four little kids, three dogs, a husband…you get the idea.
To top it all off, the kids are sick. Oh yeah, and so am I. Yay.
C~ had a nasty fever all yesterday afternoon and evening. It didn’t break until half-way through the night. He was miserable. And E~ has one of those lovely coughs where, every time I lay him down, he sounds like a barking seal. Obviously, I kept them both home from church today. They both seem to be feeling ok at this point (thank heavens), but sleeping is still going to be an issue. I’m just praying that E~ doesn’t get the fever, too.
I was bad while home today. Instead of trying to create a fun, impromptu spiritual experience for us all, I turned on Mythbusters and tidied my living room. The Mythbusters gods must have known I would be watching. How else can you explain the fact that they were testing whether or not you can get hurt by peeing on an electric fence? (Answer: Yes, you can get shocked, but it isn’t incapacitating. One of the guys actually did it.)
In other news…
E~ has broken through a second tooth. Hooray! Someday, he may actually be able to chew something.
We have had more breakthroughs on the potty training front with C~. Every child has his currency…apparently, C’s is Twizzlers. I bought a pack yesterday, and told him he could have one once he pooped in the potty. Later, he told me he needed to. I hurried him back, where he quickly changed his mind. After much cheerleading (and a few tears from him), he earned that Twizzler.
Apparently, the experience provided him with a measure of comfort about the whole issue. He pooped on the potty three times today–twice completely on his own. WooHoo! In addition to his Twizzlers, Grandma came over this evening to bring him brown M&M’s.
Yes, just brown.
Isn’t that how everyone celebrates a pooping victory?
Random Kid Funnies…
The other day, N~ had to read the word “hip” in his phonics lesson.
“Mommy, what is a hip?” he asked me.
“Well, it’s where your leg hooks into your body. Right here,” I said as I pointed to my side.
“Oh, next to your love handle?”
C~ loves to vacuum. As I was straightening up today, I gave him the chance to do so. Now, a lot of little kids enjoy vacuuming. What is strange to me, though, is that he is also very insistent about putting it away.
I let him push it over to the closet and opened the door for him. He seemed to be struggling with getting it in right, so I started to push it in for him.
“No, Mommy, I do it. How ’bout you go get me a drink?” Said as a command, not a question. Thankyouverymuch.
We finally decorated the Christmas tree tonight (we cut it down over a week ago). In the past, I have let the kids help put up the non-breakable ornaments, then the “elves” came to decorate with the glass bulbs after they went to bed. This year, I let them do the whole thing with me (as my husband pointed the camera at me and called out, “Say ‘Full frontal lobotomy!'”).
N~ and W~ lost interest about half-way through–about the time that Sean took pity on me and made hot chocolate to distract them. C~, however, was not to be seduced by the cocoa. That child shows true Christmas decorating potential. He would contemplate the placement of each ornament. As we got more and more done, he started to get excited and tell me, “Look, Mommy! It’s my special tree!”
And that about wraps up my rambling, disjointed post for today. Just think, I’m not even taking any cold medication. This is all snot and lack of sleep.
Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day. I still have a lot of stars to cut out for Wednesday’s decorations. With any luck, I’ll be ready for the task by tomorrow. Because, apparently, I am so out of shape at this point that hovering over the poster board to trace them all was taxing enough to give me sore butt muscles.
I’m so proud.