Well, too bad so sad. NOT THIS WEEK!
Sorry if you came here looking for a little ray of sunshine.
This week I am feeling OVERWHELMED!
When Connor was still in his crib he went through this phase where he loved to have a big blanket draped over his entire crib. He thought it was like sleeping in a tent. Some nights as I would go to bed I would look at him in his "tent" and feel envious. To me it looked like a cave. A dark, yet safe, comfy cave.
This week, I would have liked to have crawled into that cave. A cave where all the craziness of the world couldn't reach me. A cave where I wasn't trying to run a household and manage a budget, and raise happy healthy kids. A cave where I could curl up with a good book and not feel bad that I wasn't reading my Love and Logic book instead because heaven only knows I need a little refresher course. A cave where gas isn't $4.02 a gallon and milk $3.50. A cave where Sirri isn't headed for kindergarten and I don't have to worry whether or not I have taught her enough to send her into this great big scary world. A cave where Connor will go to bed and stay. A cave where Meg isn't running a fever. A cave that has nicer weather so the kids and I can play outside. A cave where Kendon isn't gone all week. A cave where I live closer to my parents and sisters and Sirri doesn't say, "I miss Grandma Bigelow," every other day. A cave where the laundry doesn't pile up and the dishes don't have to be done. Or a cave where the house can be a mess and I could just let it go. A cave where Connor won't look me right in the eye and laugh when he has written on his brand new painted walls, or tore up his little sister's favorite book into shreds, or spent the majority of the week in time out. A cave where,I can say to Connor, "Oh, what a sad choice...." and he won't reply with "twinkle" in his eye, "it's not sad to me." A cave where these things are no big deal and I don't fret that I can't manage him at three and worry what life will be like when he is 13. A cave where I feel more confidence as a mother and less guilt. A cave with a little less pressure. A cave where I know I am not the only one.
And because I just can't handle all the gloom and doom (it's not very becoming of me! and just not how I roll.) this week did have some rays of sunshine and here they are......
Okay, so Meg being sick is NOT a ray of sunshine but having her lay on the couch and hold still for a minute was!
Sirri's first T-Ball game.She was so cute and does quite well for being such a teeny-bopper. She throws right handed, yet hits left. (Just like her grandma!!!) She pays attention to the ball quite well and is more aggressive than I thought she would be. I coach her team (with Jaci) and absolutely LOVE it! When I told my mom I was coaching she laughed and asked if I had checked out a book so I would know the rules. Real nice Mom! I think I can handle t-ball!!! It really has been a BLAST!
We spent the day with Kendon in the mountains at his shoot and had a fabulous time. The weather was a bit chilly but the kids had an absolute ball. It was one of those moments that at the end of the day, you sit back and say, "that's what I consider perfection!" (Except getting Connor to bed. Remember my cave? Yeah, it was one of THOSE moments. grrrrr.)