Honey woke up from a nap with abdominal pain. She’s been sick with a stomach virus all week. It worried me. She was rolling around on the ground whining away. I checked her stomach and it was distended and she was very uncomfortable. I packed a snack, gathered the children and off we went to the ER. Diagnosis? Gas. After a few toots, she was feeling much better–just in time for the doctor to call us in. At least she got a clean bill of health.
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It seems sometimes that the time I think I have for a task never materializes. We’re planning a move and I need to pack. I haven’t packed household goods in 11 years. The military moves us when we move. Well, we’re planning on moving into my parents’ house for a few months while our house is built. I need to pack everything up and put it all into storage. I’ve been trying to do this all week. Not one single box has been packed. I’m still trying to organize the things I’m taking with me to my parents’ house. Luckily, I can come back and get things as I need to, but don’t welcome the idea of going through boxes and boxes of stuff to find something. Why, oh why didn’t I save more boxes when we moved in?
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Sometimes when a door closes another opens. It took the plumber until about 5pm to get here to fix the problem. I had the water off all day. I was told by the property manager that I can just turn it on until I’m through using the water–who was paying for all that water gushing down the street, I wanted to know. I pleaded with the plumber to come today instead of tomorrow (originally that was the earliest they could come). The lady was so understanding. Anyway, all of this leading to the fact that dinner was not going to happen at home.
So, I took all 4 kids to dinner. By myself. I’ve never done that before. We had a blast. The kids behaved very well (except for Pumpkin screaming each time she wanted a drink). I’ve done it without losing my mind or hurting a child’s feelings. God surely was watching over us tonight. He knew I could not handle more going wrong today.
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It all started innocently. I was just going out to put the trash out on the curb. The mowers are here. One of the guys waves me over. What’s that? Water gushing out of the grass. Uh, oh. It’s a crack in the sprinkler system. Well, gallons of water equals money. How do I stop it? Here’s the water main thing. Shoot, that means no water at all. Luckily, I rent (for now) and I won’t have to deal with this personally, but wait. I still have no water. Isn’t this an emergency? How long do I have to sit here with no water? I have to go to the bathroom. Ugh.
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We are back from vacation, but battling a stomach bug. As soon as things settle down again, I will post about our trip.
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It seems I can’t get here to post as often as I would like. I’m still working on getting our routine down, but things keeps shifting around. Oh, well. We’re off on vacation so we’ll be offline for a week. Any prayers you can send our way would be appreciated. We’re driving from central Texas to Colorado by car with all four kids and one set of grandparents. I will do most of the driving. Maybe I should bring earplugs. I have plenty of DVDs and activities. Thank you to the Real Learning boards for their enthusiastic endorsement of the Signing Time DVDs. The kiddos love them and are using the signs. We’ll do some learning on our long trip.
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Monday is Memorial Day. Most people associate it with BBQs and picnics, but we must remember that it’s the day to honor the men and women who died for this country. In Washington DC, at the Korean War Memorial, there is a quote and I’m not sure who said it, but it rings so true. "Freedom is not free." So, this Memorial Day, let’s remember all our military men and women who died fighting for what our country stands for. Freedom. I will be remembering my friend, Edward Murphy, Jr. He was killed in a helicopter crash in Afghanistan in April of last year. His widow, and her children will be foremost in my mind as we honor the memory of Major Edward Murphy, Jr. We miss you, Ed.
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I got it!!! I was so happy to see it in my mailbox. It was wrapped oh, so carefully. I had been worried too. We are going out of town and the postal carrier and the UPS man tend to leave packages on my front porch. When it rains, the whole porch gets wet. If there’s a package, then so does the package. I’ve had book deliveries ruined because of this. But, I needn’t have worried. If it had happened with this delivery, the book would have been safe–Catholic Mosaic was wrapped in plastic. Thank you, Hillside for that and the book.
I haven’t had a chance to really browse the book, but what I have read is wonderful. What a resource, Cay. Congratulations. And, thank you for the answers. I am a literature challenged person–English classes in high school were my worst ones although I always made an A.
Anyway, if there’s anyone who doesn’t even know about this book. You should order it. Check it out.
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I don’t normally use this unless someone’s been deliberately hurt, but this was the 3rd time. I thought it was time for the 3 strikes and you’re out.
This was the third time she touched these things. The first time she broke something. The second time she got it all over her face, but it washed off quickly. This time we weren’t so lucky.
Honey loves all things girly so she has been in my makeup. I hardly ever wear this stuff, but with Sister’s recital I had things out. I even purchased mascara (see pictures of Honey). It’s waterproof.
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According to a quiz I took, I am a "How To" Mother.
“We’re the mothers you like to carpool with. Not only are we on time, we organize the driving schedule for everyone.”
- Organized and comfortable being in charge, the ESTJ mother knows “how to” get things done, make things happen, and accomplish much on behalf of her children. Whether she is encouraging them to get involved in organized activities or talking with them about their personal concerns, children of the ESTJ mother learn “how to” succeed in life.
- Upbeat and matter-of-fact, the ESTJ mother is intent on her children having the best. She puts her skills and talents to work to this end, from planning trips that supplement their studies to raising funds for new playground equipment. She is happiest when her efforts produce concrete results — children who try out for teams, participate in academic competitions, or are leaders among their peers.
- The ESTJ mother runs a tight household. She is apt to have predictable expectations, consistent routines, standard procedures, and well-defined boundaries, all of which help her children feel protected and secure.
Check out this website to take the quiz.
HT: Melissa Wiley and Elizabeth Foss.
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