I have thought so much about blogging. And then never could bring myself to do it. Since the bulk of my writing last year was about Rebecca’s short life, it was hard to make the transition into writing about ‘normal’ things here again. Like that would mean we had forgotten. Grief is a process.
But things have been pretty normal lately… or our version of it.
We normally wake up to some form of the same routine every day, which has us finishing school and some of our chores by lunch time. But today I decided we needed something different. We had been cooped up in the house for days on end, with dreary weather outside. My kids were starting to climb the walls. No, really.
Hey, Hey we’re the monkeys
People say we monkey around
Since the weather hasn’t really cooperated with outdoor time, the kids have spent a lot of free time jumping on the mini-trampoline, climbing the doorways, creating things…
You’re never too old for playdoh
“Hula-Girl” by Maggie Hazleton
Corn Husk Dolls
Can I tell you how my heart leaped when one of my daughters came up with the idea of making corn-husk dolls when it was her night to stay up late? Well braid our hair and call us Laura Ingalls…
Oh, and reading. Lots and LOTS of reading.
So, yes, I really needed to get our crew out of the house. So this morning I woke everyone with the announcement that we were going to Chick-fil-a for breakfast! Olivia, who loves CFA, promptly began yelling no, stomped her feet, and threw herself to the floor. Yeah, she’s almost three.
The others got their buddy-teams together and got ready in record time and we were out the door. CFA was nearly empty – yay! We enjoyed our breakfast and after everyone was cleaned up I actually let them go in the play place! (I know, my BFFs are both picking their jaws up off the floor.) They had the whole place to themselves and I enjoyed a cup of coffee while making a grocery list.
After they played a while, I
yanked lovingly coaxed everyone out and we put on jackets. We saw Mr. Mike, our friend who owns the local CFA and he gave hugs to all the kids and sent us off with a gallon of lemonade because he and Mrs. Becky are just the BEST! They are so generous. I loaded everyone up and we mustered up our cheerful spirits and good attitudes (mine included) to go next door to Walmart.
If you’ve ever seen our crew in Walmart, you know we kind of take up the aisle and we move kind of slow. Everyone was *mostly* behaving, and by the time the 4th person asked us “are they all your kids?” I answered
“Yes! You know, I’ve never been asked that before!”
“No, I’m just joking, you’re the 4th person today.”
He was a sweet man who took it with a grin. The woman next to him, picking out carrots said, “well, more power to ya. I tell you what, after two I figured out what causes that and I put a stop to it!”
I wanted to respond with “well too bad you said no to all your blessings.”
But I behaved.
Earlier, when the younger (than I), more fit (than I) Mom with one youngster in her buggy walked by and gawked as she said, “man, you have your hands full!” I looked down at my kids gathered around me (only slightly because they’re gaining on me!) I looked at their faces all peering at me. They had just heard someone (for the thousandth time) say that they were a handful. And I asked them, “Is that a good thing? Yes it is; we are blessed.”
Then another woman who had walked by during the “hands-full” remark came back around the corner quietly after the younger mom had left, and said, “My mom had eight kids. I love to see big families.” I love when people make those kind of remarks.
By the end of our shopping trip, half of the kids were using every last breath to tell me they were dying of thirst!
We checked out, got to the parking lot, loaded up, and pulled into the gas station. Now, I don’t really like pumping gas because admittedly I’m spoiled and have a husband who has mostly pumped all the gas since we’ve been married. And also…
Let me take a moment to address all you people who stand there pumping your gas and think that the ground right by your feet is a decent place to spit: it’s not! It’s gross and inconsiderate.
Okay, I’ll go back to behavin’ now.
We made it home before the rain started again, and all these hands-full of kids helped me carry in the groceries AND put them away.
And you know what? Not one of those culprits who were *dying* of thirst stopped to get a sip of water before skipping off to do their own thing before lunch. Hmph. I’m onto them.
I promptly began heating up a very healthy lunch of frozen corn dogs, apple slices, and baby carrots, and sent one of the kids to grab a stack of paper plates from our bulk stash from Sam’s. Because yes, we care about the environment, so we don’t buy styrofoam. You’re all welcome.
Alas, my courrier informed me we are completely out of paper plates! I really don’t know how we’re going to function around here before we make another run to Sam’s Club. Thankfully, I also have a stash of random leftover holiday and birthday paper plates. So everyone enjoyed their lunch on the beautiful fall-decorated plates I’d been
hoarding saving. They felt extra special.
After lunch and table duties were complete and the almost-three-year-old was put back in her naptime spot a total of 47 times while I was writing this blog post, she finally fell asleep. Just in time for the FedEx guy to pound loudly on the door for me to sign for a package! Oh well, maybe the power nap will get her through the evening.
But now it’s time to get ready to leave for Spanish! I wonder how you say “normal” in Espanol?