The last two days my emotions have been all over the map. I get really tired and cranky then I feel rejuvenated and prayed over-my attitude changes. I plow through a few hours of doing normal things then I crash into a crying mess. I preheat the oven then call and order a pizza. I have no memory. There are half eaten packages of crackers and half empty sippy cups everywhere. Actually that describes most homes with little kids. Never mind. My parents are staying with me for now, (so thankful) and I still feel like a hamster on a wheel. I mean how did I manage to meet the needs of three kids without anyone feeling neglected? Or did I? Good Lord y'all I don't remember.
Hi I'm Mary and I'm even more like Dori than I thought. Is that how you spell Dori? (The blue fish in Finding Nemo) How is it that I missed this comparison before now?
In recent sports news Ty has suddenly shown interest in the Mavericks. My first suspicion was that he only cared when it was a late game, (when he should be sleeping.) I thought he was just stalling when he asked to watch the game. Then he asked me to record one for him and I did. He sat and watched it in the middle of the afternoon and gave me his own version of a basketball commentary. Keep in mind that he doesn't know anything about basketball, which makes his commentary awesome.
I can't write about our day without telling y'all about a few funny and a few hard moments.
"Joy, do you need a new diaper?" "No. I not. I go on the potty." "Great, let's go to the potty." "I need new diaper." (me and Joy)
"Ty said he's the bigger brother and I'm the little brother but I'm not a brother I'm a sister and that makes me sad that he said that. I think a starburst would help me stop being sad." (Charlie)
"Mom, I think I want a cat." "No, now's not the best time to get a new pet." "Why?" "Well because if we get a kitten or a puppy it might get out of the house when one of you leaves the door open." "Mom, I'll make sure Ty and Joy keep the door shut so we can get a cat. We could just go get it tomorrow." (Charlie=the constant door-opening bandit)
"No, I don't like pancakes. I don't want a pancake. How about pizza for breakfast?" "Sure, okay." "But Mom, I changed my mind. I think I'll have sweet tarts instead for my breakfast. Yeah, that's a good plan." (Ty)
The sad ones, (aka what keeps me asking God for help every second,)
"Mom, does Max miss Daddy too?"
"Can we FaceTime Daddy in Heaven?"
"Do you think we can visit Heaven when I get a little bigger? I'd get carsick if we try to go now."
"What do you think Daddy eats for breakfast in Heaven?"
My favorite today:
"Look at my picture Mommy it's beautiful. I think I'll go show Daddy!" "Honey, remember Daddy lives in Heaven? You can talk to him when we pray but he's not at home, remember?" "Okay mom I'll just show him when we pray after we brush our teeth. He can see my picture from Heaven. I made it really big on the paper."
Lord, be near. I don't want to miss a second of talking to them about Heaven and hearing their questions but sometimes it stings so bad it's hard to breathe. Sometimes (often) I want to climb in bed and stay there. But then somebody needs me so I realize that I need to keep moving, keep walking. One minute at a time, that's my motto. That's all God expects from me, just to keep on trying. Or just keep swimming, in my case.
Good night y'all. Thanks for listening. Please don't stop praying!