Bryan has been out of town this week, and I am worn out. Bushed. Drained. Run over by a herd of buffalo, then for good measure, trampled by wild horses and drug 1000 yards before being rolled down a well-used ski slope.
I don't want you to think I've had a bad week. I haven't. It's been full of good and wonderful things, but even good and wonderful things can wear a person out. It's now been proven.
Some things for which to be thankful this week:
1. Breakfast with friends. When Bryan goes out of town, I have to take the kids to school bright and early. The only upside is I then get to have breakfast with a dear friend before she heads to work. We had a fantastic two hour breakfast on Thursday. (Bonus thankful: Cuckoo behaved beautifully the whole time.) And then on Friday, my book club went to Mass and breakfast afterward. I am always grateful to get together with them.
2. Commiseration. Our school is having our fundraising dinner this weekend, and the theme is "prom". We are encouraged to dress up in all of our crinkly, satiny finery of old. I actually have one of the dresses I wore in high school, so I tried it on. It almost fit. It seems over the years, my rib cage has expanded. That's the only place I couldn't get zipped. I told someone about it, and within minutes, there were four other women saying they had the exact same problem. Who knew it would be the rib cages to do us in?
3. Conversations with my kids. I can't really tell you about many of the conversations I have with the big kids, so I'm glad I can quote the little ones. This particular one with Cuckoo was about God, specifically Cuckoo wanting to know where God is.
Me: God is everywhere, including inside each and every one of us.
C: He's in my head?
Me: Well, he does know what you're thinking, but most people say He is in their hearts.
C: (after a long pause) He knows I'm thinking about chocolate?
4. Roy's old age. With the warm weather, the chickens have been outside every day. Unfortunately, the amount of snow we had did a number on our fence. A couple of chickens insist on escaping and spending the day out in the yard. So far, none have been eaten by Roy the Wonder Dog. When he does happen to see a chicken in his territory, he's not fast enough to catch it before it gets back to the other side of the electric fence.
5. Responsible children. Lots of things have prevented us from our usual time at home during the day this week. Three days this week, I only had 30 minutes at home between the hours of 6:30am and 8:00pm. (One day was from 8am-9:30pm, but I had all 5 boys with me most of that day.) In those 30 minutes I threw some dinner together and headed back out the door. The kids have been left to their own devices quite a bit this week. I'm so grateful that they can be trusted to take care of themselves and the little boys when I need them to.
6. Our remoteness. The house fell apart this week, of course. It was basically trashed. Dishes didn't get done for three days. Wet sheets were stripped off the bed, but they didn't get washed for two days. Trashed, I tell you! I'm so glad we never have people dropping in to say hello.
7. A mostly free Saturday. After I got Phoenix to school at 6:45 this morning (yes, a Saturday!) to work a volleyball tournament, I had many hours at home. The four youngest boys and I spent an hour getting the house put back together, dusted, and partially vacuumed. Later, the two big kids and I will work on scrubbing.
8. Giant's good taste. While we cleaned, I put Giant in charge of the music. On his own, he grabbed the Harry Chapin CD and cranked it up.
One of his lesser-known songs. Everyone who works with kids should have to listen to it.
9. Turken's sense of humor. The boy is coming into his own, and he is funny! One day, the boys were rolling down a great big hill. At one point, he decided to somersault instead of lay on his side to roll. He got going really fast, and by the bottom was doing out-of-control cartwheels. He landed with a thud, and simply laid there for a bit. Finally, he spoke. "I did NOT see that one coming."
Another day, I was in the kitchen making lunch, and by the sound of Cuckoo's whining, I wasn't moving fast enough. I sang to him "Cause I'm only human" (line from Christina Perri's song). Without missing a beat, he sang, "At least you're not a dog".
10 Lots and lots and lots of play time at local playgrounds. Some of it was planned time with friends. The rest was spur of the moment fun.
You know you couldn't get away without at least a couple of photos.
|I was on the other end of this modern (aka wimpy) teetertotter with Cuckoo. His only comment, "Why don't my feet ever touch the ground?"|
|I told you Phoenix was tall.|
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OK, I'm off to tease my hair and cement it with hair spray. While I'm gone, let me know what you were thankful for this week!
Have a lovely day!
A Fly on our (Chicken Coop) Wall, Considerings, Finding Ninee, Getting Literal, I Want Backsies, Mother of Imperfection, Rewritten, Thankful Me, The Meaning of Me, The Wakefield Doctrine