2/16/15
It was seven in the morning this morning. I wished to the heavens that I could sleep in
for once. The sleep was uninterrupted
and restful. Truly it was. SO, that was good, very good. Very, very good. The last child has stirred and is begging for
that one thing...to be set free from the confines of her bed, her crib. Not sure if she wants me or if she just wants
to begin another day of holy terror.
Yup. Terror. It’s my fault. I don’t blame her much. You’d think I’d know by number six how to
reign in a two year old but alas, alack, I do, do, do, do not know how to do
that. It’s been five years since I’ve
had a two year old and oh, my, holy, crud I don’t know how to get that child to
do what she is supposed to do and keep her from doing what she is not supposed
to do. I shrug my baffled shoulders up
once again. Oh, well. We’ll muddle through. She’s up.
There’s no rest now...forget it.
Just forget it. I’ll have that
next year. Maybe.
Jacob is up. He falls fast asleep hard and early each
night so he’s usually the third one up in the morning. The others were snoozing harder than logs,
harder than hogs, oh, they were out.
Yesterday was busy with Mardi Gras parades and a national park visit that
has an old fort. And speaking about the
two year old...she ran yesterday and she ran and she ran. I ran.
After. Her. I felt good. Thank God or I’d be cursing the sky and
wondering what the heck I’d gotten myself into.
Not at God, of course, God, not at you.
The birds...oh, anything. I’d be
cursing. Really. This old lady ain’t what she used to be. In
many different ways. Okay, I’m not old,
dang. I’m young. I’m 37.
I’ve got an almost 15 year old, a 13 year old, an 11 year old, a 9 year
old, a 7 year old, a 2 year old, two dogs and a partridge in a pear tree. Yeah, it feels like Christmas, funerals and
Mard Gras parades going on all at the same time every single, interesting
day. There is drama. There is fun.
There are tears. There are
fears. There are, there are. Whatever *it* is we have it every. Single.
Day. I laugh, I cry. I smile.
I frown. I am angry. I am happy go lucky. Here it all is. Every day.
Back to this day...stubbed toes. Tears.
Soccer in the backyard. Fun. Running baby and the whole family running
after her, taking turns. She’s
great. She is so terribly bad. Oh, my.
She is so bad. And that is really
bad. Staying calm is key. Keeping calm is even more than key it is
absolutely vital. Bike rides. Running baby.
She’s still not tired. She had a
bath and lollipop to get her in that direction.
Hey, don’t judge me.
We had some old furniture to burn on the pile out back so I
lit it up. We are here in Alabama
country so I can do that. Boy, did it
burn. We all have a little bit of pyro
mania in our blood so we have regular bon fires. The land lord can thank us later for clearing
out all of his brush for him from his woods.
Am I really googling how to get a toddler to listen to
you? To me?
Me and Jake made spaghetti together. We all sat down for ten minutes and the kids
woofed. They were hungry. On to the next activity. Cleaning up.
I’ll let them loaf a little for today.
They have a friend over. Tomorrow
will be a different story. Cleaning,
feeding, cleaning and feeding. Oh, and
school. They are supposed to be learning
something, right? Let’s see...what did
these crazy kids learn today? They learned mad soccer skills from their very
adept friend. One learned how to ride
her bike. They all learned about fire safety
when mom yelled to get the hose quick and for heaven’s sake untangle it so the
water can come out. Yeah, that little
bon fire went up pretty crazily. Let’s
see. They cooked. Well, because some of them know how to cook
and quite well at that. One had a bottle
of water spilled all over their book bag.
And important papers and drawings were soaked. He learned how not to freak out when things
go wrong, because, let’s face it. It
doesn’t help a thing. We learned how to
be disappointed and angry without sending mother’s blood pressure up for three
days. Truly. I thought some kid fell out of a really tall
tree with those reactions. Another went
on to polish his blog, writing, hammering, drawing, collaborating with others,
thinking, writing or drawing something over again because it wasn’t quite
right. One watched the baby the better
part of the day. Playing, cleaning,
changing. She’ll get paid for that. I got a whole lot done, too.
I sorted through our food supply to organize it all. My fridge and cupboards were a big, fat
mess. We are going on a long trip in two
days so I am trying to pack us all up.
Work. I try to find their best clothes. Rifling, sorting, packing. Busy, busy. All that and it's only one o'clock.
The cherry on top is that the baby is in her bed. Just being honest. Love her much and I love her just as much when she is in her bed asleep.
All is quiet.
For now I can catch
my breath long enough to sweep floors, pack and do laundry and then go at it
again.
Don't worry.
It's just an average day over here. It's all good.
