February 6, 2010

What a jumbled post. Who's writing this stuff anyway?

Okay, I'll admit it. I'll be honest, I'm not afraid. Yesterday was awful.

So I'm including a picture from New Year. Because there is just something so warming about seeing Joseph in his big sister's old pink snow boots.


Now, where was I... oh yes, yesterday was awful.

I think I should send a message to the plumber upstairs that they must have a hole in their pipes somewhere, because the snow was non-stop yesterday. And it was very wet.

I also think there must be a glitch in the weather system out here. It would appear that the only moisture the ground gets comes in the winter time. So snow becomes necessary. But see, I think it should just rain in the summer. Like in Florida. Then snow wouldn't be so needed.

Perhaps they are just unaware of the weather glitch. I'll be sure to include that in my note as well.


Hey! No more cute pictures! You're messing with my mind while I'm writing about my awful day!

Anyway, while I'm at it, (sending notes upstairs) I might as well send in a request for the book, "Understanding your children perfectly". Surely there MUST be one in existence somewhere. I have faith that there is. I won't give up hope! I won't!!

*sigh* Well, perhaps I am on the right track without it.

You see, the difference between boys and girls stood out so well to me yesterday. Savannah and Alayna cried. The. Whole. Day. must have got something in their eyes. And Savannah, being the oldest, was sure to give her brothers a good poke or push love tap now and then.

But the boys... ah yes, the boys. Let's see. Choke hold, right hook, full body tackle, head whack, teeth baring, toy taking, and use of any moveable object nearby The boys were assertive in their efforts to get their point across.

And I always imagined my kids would be, overall, a gentle, loving bunch.


It might be hard for you to believe after looking at this cute picture, but when Luke came home from work I was ready to flee the premises.

Cut me some slack! I hadn't left the house since church on Sunday! Still, I think I may have unintentionally been growling. So with a twitch in my eye and a crick in my neck, I grabbed the car keys and sped away. A bag of craft supplies and a chocolate bar later, I was starting to feel better.

I came home after two hours. The kids were already in bed, the house was so quiet.

Then the strangest thing happened.

I suddenly missed the little buggers. Fiercely. I felt so bad that I wasn't there to kiss them goodnight and tell them I loved them.

I just had to go check on them! I tucked them back in and told them how much I love them.

They didn't hear me.

But it made me feel better.

And so does this picture.

                                               

11 super cool people speak:

Patty Ann said...

Great Post. And don't worry, they are perfectly normal! My boys used to beat each other up on the trampline, but they survived it. And there was one point in our marriage that my poor husband had to deal with eight girls every day! Still, I wouldn't trade them for the world!!

April said...

Oh the irony of motherhood. You think you will surely lose it if you don't get away from the children and then as soon as you are gone you miss them. The grass is always greener on my children's pants.

Heidi said...

I love the Alayna picture--what a cute "pose!"

Sara Lyn said...

Love that last picture. It's fantastic!

Wonder Woman said...

WOW I have been there. Not the same circumstances, but definitely the same feelings. You can't wait to escape, then come home and are kinda sad they're already in bed.

I know this isn't the exact book you were looking for, but it's one I LOVE and pull our frequently. "The potentially sane mother's guide to raising young children," by Tamara Fackrell. She's a BYU prof and mother of 5 or 6 kids. It's just a fantastic book. Do you live close to a Seagull or Deseret? They carry it.

Kira said...

I understand. Funny how after the whole mess, the night comes and I find myself in the doorway, looking.

The Perkins Family said...

I don't know how many times I have sent my kids to bed thinking "I hate you!" (GASP!) only to feel incredibly shamed one half hour later when they are sleeping so sweetly. I just want to clutch them up and beg for their forgiveness for being the worst mom in the world... Maybe I'm not the only one who feels that way after all. Thanks for sharing! BTW, my fav pic is the one of your little snow baby bunny. CUTE!

Motherboard said...

Your children are simply delicious!

AubreyMW said...

I only have Rosalie and have totally felt like that before.

Mama Smith said...

The highs and lows of "motherhood"...yet..."life" itself...has those moments, also...One minute...you wonder if this sojourn will ever be truly have a restful PEACEFUL moment...ever again...and then...in a flash...Father reminds us...there is always...a "bright" spot in each and every day....Often...it will be in the littlest thing...

MommyJ said...

I absolutely know that feeling... the "Yes! I missed bedtime" suddenly melting into, "OH NO! I missed bedtime!"

They make me crazy, and then I absolutely miss them three hours later.

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