Archive for April, 2010
Too Tired…
April 28, 2010 | Updates
I’m tired.
Really.
Really.
Tired.
The kind of tired that makes you tired just thinking about how tired you are. You know the kind I’m talking about…
Second, being so behind when we got back. I feel like I’ve been running for a week straight and I’m not any closer to being caught up than I was when we got home.
Third, our help being sick for the last 10 days. And now Samuel is coming down with a cold/cough and I’m a bit concerned about it. So, we’ll add a doctor’s visit to the list of things to do tomorrow.
Fourth, computers that decide not to work out of the blue and require extreme measures to fix them - along deadlines that all seem to show up at the same time - Medicaid annual reviews, college scholarship acceptance deadlines, quarterly payroll reports, April 15th.
Fifth, training a new employee to help care for Samuel when my sister leaves in just a week :(. This is a much larger part of my stress than I think I even realize. Having someone I can trust to care for Samuel is one of the biggest blessings I’ve had the last 5 years. I’m praying hard the new girl is exactly what I’m looking for.
Sixth, 5 kids. I love all of my kids. But, all of my kids love to talk - at.the.same.time. Most of the time I enjoy it. But sometimes…it makes my head hurt and incurs pleadings for bedtime.
Um, yea, this is pretty much how I feel…(minus the superhero part, of course).
Wesley filing 18 months worth of paperwork for me. (Not completely out of the kindness of his heart as he is working to earn something from it, but it’s saving my butt nonetheless.)
Samuel giggling when I do the new “ball rolling technique” that we learned at ABR on his chest. Who knew therapy could be fun?
Ben and I going on a “date” as we took a trip to the doctor for a tetnus shot and some antibiotics after he stepped on a rusty nail. (Some kids will do anything to get some alone time with their mom…just kidding.)
Tanner making me laugh out of the blue or doing tasks out in the cold without complaining because he knows I hate being out there.
Tom rubbing my back right between the shoulder blades where I apparently carry all my stress.
And days like yesterday when it was 73 degrees outside and I wore flip flops and a short sleeved shirt. (Today it snowed and was 33 degrees. It all would have made sense if yesterday was April Fool’s.)
And so, I’m thinking that tonight I will go to bed a little earlier because dragging myself out of bed tomorrow morning with less than my required amount of sleep - yet again - is just not in the picture.
But I’ll leave you with one more cute story before I go:
Yesterday we went through the McDonald’s drive thru and Nathan wanted a Happy Meal - with the toy - of course. He was hoping for another dragon. (It’s clear we do this way too often lately.) But all they had were hot wheels…until he discovered they also had Barbies! So, for the first time in my adult life, I requested a Happy Meal with a girl toy. And two minutes later, I was ripping open the Barbie for my 3-year-old who has no sisters and no dolls. He is completely obsessed with Buzz Lightyear and Superman. And they each have their own tag lines…
Superman: “Up, up AND AWAY!”
Buzz: “To infinity…AND BEYOND!”
It wasn’t but a few seconds before Nathan gave Barbie a tag line of her own. His Barbie is dressed as a Mermaid and her new tag line follows the tone and inflection of Buzz’s just with different words…
Barbie: “To swim…IN THE WATER!”
You can give a boy a doll, but you can’t make him act like a girl. Nathan’s Barbie is a superhero (and Buzz’s girlfriend, apparently). I’m thinking next time, I’ll get him Electra!
Until then…
Hey, mom…
April 12, 2010 | Blogroll
My 3-year-old called to me from the kitchen today…
Nathan: “Hey, mom?”
Me: “What?”
Nathan: “Somebody spilled. (Pause) “I mean…I spilled.”
Me: “Ok, clean it up.”
Nathan: “Hey, mom?”
Me: “What?”
Nathan: “You should come clean up that water.”
Me: Ugh…”Ok, I’ll be there in a minute.”
Nathan: “Hey, mom?”
Me: “What?”
Nathan: “I need new pants, too?”
Me: Double ugh…”Ok, I’ll be just a second.”
Nathan: “Hey, mom?”
Me: “Whaaaat?”
Nathan: “Is that a fish?”
Me: “Yes, that’s Wesley’s fish. Don’t play with it. It’s not yours.”
Nathan: “Ok.” (Pause) “Hey, mom?”
Me: “Whaaaaaaaat?”
Nathan: “Is that the fishy’s water?”
Me: OH, CRAP!
Letter to Fish
Dear Little Fish,
I’m sorry that your life wasn’t very long. I’m sure you probably knew you were in big trouble when they drafted you to be the prize at a carnival.
I’m also sorry that you had to live your last few days out in a tupperware dish and that your last few minutes were spent running away from the chubby fingers of my 3-year-old and flopping around on my cold tile floor.
If it makes you feel better, though, you’ve been the giver of a great lesson.
My son now knows that fish cannot live outside of water. And he knows a little more firmly that death - as far as this world is concerned - is final…
Since he usually talks about how Superman can save us all (or Batman or Buzz Lightyear).
I comforted him by letting him know that you are now with Jesus and most definitely much happier there.
Understandably, though, he wants you here with him.
I guess that is the sting of death, though, isn’t it?
Thanks, little fish.
Rest in peace.
P.S. Sorry the toilet bowl wasn’t cleaner when I flushed you down. I’ve been meaning to fix that.
Teresa
Nathan and Tanner on a normal day. (This was not take on Halloween. It was taken in March. Nathan has a small infatuation with super heros.)
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