Patrick and I decided to do "something fun" with the cherubs this weekend. It was my idea to go out to eat and then drive around to look at Christmas lights. My bad. I should stop typing now and let your imaginations run amok, but I feel compelled to share our fun.
We rarely eat out, maybe once a month or every two months. We chose Wendy's cause it's cheap. The bigs got their own booth and loved that. Nathan wanted his toy right away and stuffed his mouth so full of burger I was ready to offer lifesaving techniques. Did I mention that Timmers is in the ME DO IT stage? Dare a Momma try to feed him or touch his spoonful of Frosty or wipe his mouth? He squawked every time I did. Eat up. Let's go. All other cherubs put their coats on and moved toward the exit. I tried that with Timothy. Nothing doing. He screamed and kicked and twisted and boy am I glad I lift weights! I wrestled him in my arms, while trying to just cover him with his coat, and mouth, "So Sorry" to all other quiet, dining families with quiet, dining children. Once in the van he screamed. He kept at it. Cold, boy? I put the radio on Christmas music only to hear Nathan say it hurt his ears and turn it down. We drove. Sarah forgot on purpose to buckle up. I then later heard her say, "Nathan pull my hair really hard." He did. This went on for quite awhile. I found my happy place while looking at lights. Joshua joined me in the oohing and aahing. Screaming, hair pulling, whining for the van light to be turned on to find a toy, and then there was the screaming. Good times.
By 6:45pm we were all funned out and Sarah complained of a headache. Every last cherub was tucked in by 7pm.
See you in the spring.
7 comments:
Sounds familiar. Ahhh..the craziness. I hope you relaxed in a hot bath. My hope is..someday when they all come home and we are sitting around reminiscing of the old days..there will be much laughter. And then, in my vision, the children will say..mom, how did you do it? Thank you. And, maybe it'll be like childbirth. We won't remember all the specific headaches, but the overall feeling of love.
For now...make some hot chocolate. By.your.self.
I watched The Nativity Story with my sleeping husband. That was nice.
I vaguely remember those days. I think there's a time for all of those activities...apparently this isn't your time.
Breathe deeply, friend. It will come and you will, trust me, laugh about these times.
My two-year-old is the opposite. He could look at lights forever. He oohs and ahhs at all of them, then asks me to open his window and he yells "I love your decor-a-tions."
Dear Anonymous,
Sweet boy you have!!
I am wondering are you the same anonymous or a different one? You don't have to answer that.
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I know, I'm such a stinker being anonymous. I am just too lazy to get an account and sign in every time. :)
A loving anonymous is always welcome here. :)
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