My Mommy Day So Far

I am just having one of those days. I am going to do a rant. Let me peface it by saying I know how blessed I am, and how bad it could be. I want to just get this out and move on. So here goes.

I started my morning with the boys running around and screaming. That was followed by a daughter that just wouldn't get around and almost made them late for school. I had a ten o'clock appointment to see a school. So I got us dressed and went there. The young boys were all over the place. I loved the school, but then when I got the price list I realized we can't afford it. The three day pre k program is $151. That's a week people! I would have to go back to work to be able to pay that! So, we went to another school to look at it. It was cute and seemed to have things together. It is $200 per month. What a price difference, huh. I think there is also quality differences too. They start enrollment at 8:30am on the 8th of February. Pretty much if you aren't there then you will be so far down on the waiting list that you won't get in. So, showing up at 8:30 on that day is to get your place on the waiting list. Boo! So, we come home and Andrew knocks off a jar of baby food on the kitchen floor and it breaks. Clean that up. Give the baby a sippy cup with milk in it. He is not pleased with the cup and wants a bottle so he throws it on the floor and it breaks! Breaks people. I didn't think $6 sippy cups were supposed to do that. Neither one of the boys will eat their lunch. Bryce came home to change before he heads out of town for a few days. The baby still hasn't stopped crying because he didn't hold him. I am tired and hungry. Blah, blah, blah.

So, thank you for reading my rant. I feel better now. I am going to get the boys down, and then get myself some nurishment.

What Do Parents Do...

when their kids are staying with grandparents for the weekend? They have a late dinner the first night. They go shopping for themselves some clothes. They buy books, that they have time to read because there are not kids needing their every waking moment. They go see a romantic movie, in the middle of the afternoon. They get a massage. They once again have a late dinner, because there is no one that "has to" be in bed by eight. They stay up late, because no one will need a bottle in the middle of the night. The are able to have real conversations with each other without being interrupted.

They also think about their kids. They worry that they are being a pain to the grandparents (ie. fighting or not minding the first time). They worry the baby will get up too much in the night. They wish they were the ones tucking their kids in bed, and giving goodnight kisses. They wish they were closer "just in case" something was to go wrong.

Children are never far from their parents minds or hearts. As my kids are in another state with Bryce's parents right now, I am thinking of them and wishing they were home. I have enjoyed my time with my husband, but am ready for my babies back also. As my parents are on a trip to Florida currently, my mom has called me wishing that me and the kids were with her. I don't think it matters how old your kids get. Their place is always with you. They are always on your thoughts, and always in your heart.

The Van is Clean

at least on the inside. Before I packed up my scrapbook stuff for this weekend trip to Pine Cove I cleaned out the car. I have a lot of scrapbook stuff and had to make room. Plus, I haven't cleaned it out since Christmas and we got home from Oklahoma. So, here is the list of things that I found and brought in the house.
3 hats
1 coloring book
1 baby blanket
1 coat
1 pair of slippers
1 passie
2 cups
1 DVD player
1 bib
4 bottle lids
1 necklace
1 bracelet
1 ball
airborne
zicam
2 matchbox cars
2 head bands
2 leapster games
3 gloves
1 pair of gloves
5 baby socks
1 camera case
and
1 can of deep woods off

So there you have it. That is what you can find in a van that four kids ride in. What's in your vehicle?

Dad Brag

I have been so touched by the tenderness of my husband these past few days while I have had bronchitis. He has taken care of the laundry. He has helped with the kids. He has gotten up with the baby in the middle of the night. Yes ladies, that is right. Men are capable of doing that. Their bodies do wake up when they hear the baby cry. And my wonderful man has gotten up, turned of the monitor, and saw to the baby's needs. I am so blessed. He has been concerned about me, and he truly cares. I know that not everyone can say that. I have not even been that ill (at least in my book). But my husband loves me, and I love him. He is kind and compassionate. He is tender and he is loving. I adore him. I take him for granted way too much. So, here is my Dad Brag that is long overdue him.