This picture has nothing to do with this post, but I love it. This is at Buddy's "Fun Run" a few weeks ago. Click on the picture to enlarge it so you can see both my boys. Buddy ran 8 laps in 20 minutes and Sambo ran 9 laps in about 90 minutes. It was in the 90's that day so they had an area just up the track from where they are where they could take drinks and get hosed off.
Compared to Monday, today was a colossal FAIL. Nothing bad happened, but all sorts of things and people bugged me. But after evaluating what my basic problem was today, I realized something: I forgot to pray this morning. Things have been hectic around here with lots going on, and lots of friends in real crisis. I've been trying to be all things to all people and mostly it's been working out OK. Praying has been a requirement for making it through the day in one piece, though. Take Monday for example. It might have been one of the busiest days I've ever had (besides finals weeks at BYU of course). I had a list of things to do so long my head started spinning four days in advance. I got organized days in advance and starting checking things off my list. By Sunday night I was overwhelmed by what still HAD to be done. I prayed on Monday morning that the hours would move slowly and I'd get everything done. I did get every single thing done besides going to the gym. And I still had time to provide my daily service, read to Sambo, make homemade soup (which is a story in and of itself*), homemade rolls, and watch a little TV before bed. It was one of those "loaves and fishes" (except in this case it was loaves and minutes) types of experiences.
Today was the opposite. I had a lot to do, but wanted to make time to spend a little time with the kids. I budgeted my time so I could take them to the library and to the park. Maybe it was because I only got five hours of sleep last night, but I'm pretty sure the day was long and hard and the kids were annoying, and I had no patience, and I only got three things (of 30) done on my "to-do" list -- all because I forgot to pray. What a difference it makes!
Squash Soup Mutiny
Here are a few of the things I did laugh or smile about today. I have made three kinds of soup this week. I'm not a fan (gasp!) of Fall, but soup makes it bearable. Plus I had two different kinds of soup last night at enrichment. So that makes FIVE soups in FOUR days. That must be some sort of record. *Do you want to hear more about the Monday night soup incident? My kids are remarkable eaters. I know Buddy was born that way (not Sambo, however). I have zero tolerance for picky-ness and have never ever in my entire eight years of mothering served my children something special because they didn't like what I had made. I'm a pretty decent dinner-maker and provide a huge variety of healthy meals. My kids always eat, even if they complain a little. I do not battle over food. I always give them the choice of eating without drama and complaining, or sitting on their bed while the rest of us eat. Neither has ever chosen to sit on their bed. Well, Monday night I made butternut squash soup. It's a recipe from my sister, that I really love and it's very similar to a zucchini soup recipe I made two weeks ago that we all really love. Well, apparently these kids HATE squash. I cannot even tell you the mutiny I had. I already knew G hated the soup, but wow. The kids were actually crying about it. Not throwing a tantrum or complaining, but downright sobbing. I gave them a few bites each and they both were gagging and heaving like I've never seen. So, for the first time ever, I gave them some yogurt and some rolls and called it dinner. I found it so incredibly funny, I am still laughing about it two days later. And the best news, I got all the leftovers!
Here are two awesome dinner conversations from tonight:
Buddy: These rolls are good.
Sambo: Told you!
Buddy: You never told me that, you're just trying to make conversation.
Buddy: MOM!!!!!! Sambo just told me he wants to kill me with a knife!
Sambo: No! Not a real knife!
And here's a story G told me about our neighbors. Our neighbors are amazing. Some of the best people we've ever met. Unfortunately, their house is on the market and I think that if their house sells I'll have to go on anti-depressants. I love them and I want my kids to be close friends with their kids. And I want their oldest daughter to be our permanent babysitter. She turns 12 next week! (And if I'm being honest, I want Buddy to marry their youngest daughter.) Anyway, one son, Tyler is in Buddy's class. Their homework was to write sentences using their spelling words. One of the spelling words was "when." Tyler wrote this: "Don't you hate it when your butt crack itches?"
No can't you see why I'm devastated they are moving? HILARIOUS kids!
Sambo decided today he wants a princess dress to dress-up in. He asked me several times. Finally, I had the idea to dress him up in the sundress I wear after swimming. He thought he looked so pretty and then asked me to put a "silly band" (but what he meant was a rubberband
I was starving after the gym and was craving Burgerville today. I resisted and started driving home, the opposite direction from Burgerville. The craving intensified and I couldn't handle it, so I had to wheel into the drive-thru of Burger King before I got home. It totally hit the spot!
Sambo feels bad for his brother that he gets to make crafts at preschool and gets prizes at speech. So he started making Buddy special little crafts and surprising him when he gets home from school. He thinks of them all on his own. As you can imagine, Buddy loves it. Last week Sambo cut up a bunch of papers and glued them all together to make a robot. Yesterday while I was in the shower he found some straws, cut them all up and glued them on a paper like "thorns." As a person with NO creativity or artistic inclinations, I am always so impressed! And I was particularly relieved it was only straws he cut up and not something important!
Today while at the park my kids were being really annoying. Getting in the mud, hiding in the bushes by the road where middle school kids walk by, begging me to push them the entire time on the tire swing which is fine except Sambo wants to go slow and Buddy wants to go FAST. Anyway, I was about to pull the plug on the outing and called to Buddy that we were leaving. He said he wanted to do the monkey bars one more time. As I called to him a few minutes later because he still hadn't come, I noticed him helping a slightly younger girl ease her way off the monkey bars. She was stuck and a little afraid. He was holding one of her feet, guiding and encouraging her. As irritating as he can be, he impresses me so much. He is good to the core.
Now that I type all this out, I guess it wasn't that bad of a day after all. (Especially now that the kids are asleep and G is finally home to do the dishes!) The therapy of typing makes up for the fact that I should have been doing something more productive, I guess.