Well it's October something.. and although you didn't need me to tell you that, I am still unsure of the best way to start a blog. Much like I am with conversations outside of the digital world..awkward and usually mis understood not because I am super cool and have it goin on but because I usually check out of conversations and get distracted because my brain is a big fat ball of crazy.
So with that opening...how could this October blog be dull...right?
Well as usual I am going to be honest with my faithful readers because only you select few get a front row seat into the privy secrets of my life.
Tonight was one of those nights that was just an all around failure...I know there are moments on social media that makes peoples lives look glorious and amazing..this will not be one of those posts. Thats for sure.
Lets just start at around 2 pm when I told my husband that I would go drop off some remaining items from the yard sale we had done the day before. He seemed totally fine with it; the three year old was sleeping, the other two were busy. I decided it would be a good moment to step away and go have some alone time with just me and God. This was very much over due since my entire morning in worship at church was spent with me trying to forgive my children for ruining my somewhat of a clean house and making me super late. ( Sometimes its just hard to get into the spirit)
After I dropped off all the items I drove a few blocks over to the coffee shop that I knew (from the last time I went) would be open until 4 on a Sunday...well it was closed ...a part of their regular business hours now..( Just goes to show how long its been since I have been)
I drove around looking for any place except Starbucks to have this amazing encounter with Jesus.. ( All he needed was a hillside, I apparently need coffee, a table, music, and ambiance)
I never found one, so I gave up and went back home, I retreated to my room thinking surely my children would catch the hint...Mom is off duty.
Well they didn't because in their world that term "off duty" does not exist. My second grader came in with her Common Core math problems....(Lord Jesus) seriously though....I said that a lot... I began to try and make sense of these stupid letter line questions of cm and meter differences and I helped her with the only way I have ever known how to do subtraction a method which is foreign to my child who's been submerged into this common core mayhem. So that math lesson was frustrating and very very long. Plus half way through I forgot if you turn the 0 into a ten the second 0 goes down to a 9...not up to an 11....that may have taken some of our time....(its been a long time) ...
Anyway lets speed this sad pathetic day along.. I had this grand notion that my beautiful little family of mine would travel to Sisters with my husband to do a test drive with a potential buyer of our car that we are selling..when I went to approach him about this beautiful notion of mine he said that had already asked his two friends to go with him ( Who I really do adore...just not in this moment) ....so that was settled..I would once again stay home with the kids.
I marched myself back inside where I stole his favorite candy out of his hiding spot, plopped down on my bed and watched Gilmore Girls for an hour.
At 5:30 my daughter mentioned that it felt like dinner time....it occurred to me then that I although pouting and acting like a 14 year old did not change the three human beings that counted on me for survival. So I did what any good, caring, and considerate mother would do...I taught my nine year old how to make macaroni and cheese. Yes I did people....I felt it was time. I pulled out our turkey dogs ( because we like to eat clean .. you know) and got that dinner out.
The evening came to a close and after my children were in bed and I went into the bathroom to clean a few things up where, I happened to notice the lid to my brand new foot scrub (that cost me nearly $20 dollars) on the floor...I thought to myself.."hmmm that weird wonder why its outside the shower on the floor" why that thought even entered my brain I have no clue...as a mother with experience it should have immediately been ..."Game Over with this new crap..one of the kids ruined it"
It was exactly that...I looked in the shower where I found it rolled all the way to the top and then mashed into the tub....all twenty beautiful dollars worth of brand new product.
My husband saw my reaction...which wasn't pretty and his response nearly caused a divorce. He said "Why did you leave it in the shower?" Instead of responding like an adult and saying "because that's where I use it" I regressed back into 14 year old mode and said a few choice words and then did a few choice things as he dug his hole a little deeper.
Lets just say it ended with his side of the bed getting drenched with water....I am not the most mature person in arguments...its almost as though I never actually emotionally advanced past 14 and I am just stuck there.
So he went to bed on top of all the other blankets ( that still makes me laugh so I most likely need to have a Jesus talk) and I just keep thinking about what the Pastor preached on this morning in church about these things in our lives that can come in and devour things from us...I cant help but feel like my children are it.....they are devouring every clean spot, every new thing, every peaceful moment, and every piece of gum ( no joke EVERY SINGLE PIECE) ....
I know at this point your probably super concerned about my children and their safety.... or possibly my husbands... no need to worry...no matter how many new things my kids break of mine, I still love those little people. God did that on purpose..you see he makes us love them so much that no matter how many crazy, mean, horrible, things they do we will just keep loving them and chalk it all up to hilarious stories for when they are older...that and the fact that I have daughters....theres a good chance they will be mothers some day... and I will repay some of their kindness back at that time. That thought keeps me warm at night and fully sane.
Well I hope you had fun peering into my secret life.....and pray for me....just in general always pray for me there's always bound to be something challenging my walk with Jesus and its usually my seven year old...so pray hard.
Lol. Oh Ashley! But we had a fun lunch!!! :) I used to go to a quiet park with my coffee (take your own mug and you still get something fancy). I'd tell you the names of them but I currently cannot remember any of them. Just a comfy blanket spread on the grass, my IPod, Bible and journal...this was all before children mind you. :) And thank you! How is it that they eat EVERY SINGLE PIECE of gum!? No matter if it's a brand new pack you just bought that day. No matter that they aren't actually allowed to chew gum. No matter if you were only out of the room for 1 minute and 43 seconds...I understand...my kids do the same thing...I was just holding onto the hope that when they were the ages of your kids my life would be different. *SIGH*
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