WHAT WAS I THINKING...
So I attempt to take all three children to the store to buy mother's day card with not much success. Luckily Anthony is stopping on his way home to pick them up for me. I use to make cards but I am just too tired for that, maybe when I no longer have an infant. Anyway as we were leaving the store, with my very loud and hyper children at hand, Lula looks up at me and tells me that she is disappointed in me! She managed to say it loud enough for all the others standing in the card isle, which there were many, to turn and laugh or smile. As I load them in the van I thought to myself that I was disappointed in myself too for attempting to do that. AGAIN, WHAT WAS I THINKING!!!
THE POWER OF PRAYER....
The other day Lula came running into the room and asked me to go talk to daddy that he was "stretched out" and being mean. She asked me to go make him pray to not act that way toward her and make that mean face. I just laughed because she meant stressed out and I am glad that it wasn't me this time. Usually I am the one who they don't like, or don't want to be my friend, or tell me that I have lost my temperature (temper) and need to pray. Again just relieved that it was their dad and when I laughed she did not think it was funny one bit. It is amazing how these little ones pick up our mood, tone, and facial expressions. My daughter can impersonate me like no other which is not always a good thing. I pray daily that I am mindful of those little eyes but sometimes I just react. Maybe by the time they are grown I will get the hang of it.
TRASH TALK
Thankfully we live in a really nice area but what some of the neighbors think is trash boggles my mind. The other day I had Anthony stop so I could assess and pick out what I wanted. As I was walking back Lula asked her dad "why does mommy always take other peoples trash?" My husband just responded that sometimes people throw things out that aren't trash. Just two days before I had hit jack pot with my neighbors trash, a really nice basketball goal and a bike trailer. Well, I could not fit the bike trailer into the van but I really wanted it so I asked Lula if she would walk it back to the house while I followed beside her in the van. The bike trailer is one that converts to a stroller too. So we were about 8 houses away but she pushed it back and ran most of the way because she was trying to beat me. We laughed the whole time!
CENSUS
So I was cornered by the census woman today. They have been stalking us for awhile but we some how managed to miss them every time, which is fine by me, except for today!! I was unloading the kids and my Goodwill finds when she approached me. It will only take 10 minutes she says. I ask her could I just tell her how many live in my house and be done with it. She said mam it is the law! Well if she was trying to get on my good side starting off calling me Mam was not helping. So fine give me a minute and I will be right with her. She starts asking me questions like what was the gender of my spouse, does any one else live here that does not have a permanent residence and so forth. I did politely refuse to answer some questions but gave her enough information. Phoebe came in and asked the woman "what she was doing in her house and if she would come upstairs to play with her because her sister is mean?". The census woman did redeem herself slightly when she commented on how bright and pretty my porch furniture looked. If you saw a few posts back I just painted them because I was inspired with our trip to Maine.
Anyway just some rambling that I thought to share.
