You guys. You’re just so sweet! All the Facebook love, the phone calls, the offers of dinner, a pedicure, and just hanging out time for me and my kids. You know who you are! It meant the world to me.
Ruby Peterson, you are my hero. One day, I promise, I will repay all the kindness you’ve showered upon me. I’ll find some young mom still in the trenches of motherhood, and I’ll sit and chat with them at the Christmas party, and really listen, as the rest of the world swirls around. I’ll bring a meal over for no reason other than to be a huge blessing. Thank you.
So. The rest of my week was not uneventful. I just had courage, thanks to you all!
There was the bedtime routine where nobody was in bed yet, and the baby was cranky so we couldn’t put her down to sweep up the broken, special dolphin that shattered glass everywhere and made Megan’s foot gush blood and both girls were wailing at each other… And meanwhile, downstairs, Zach was putting the baby monitor and toothbrushes and apples in the potty.
Yeah. There was that.
The chili is still on my curtains. Removing it is just not high on my priority list! Oh. And? My fridge that was brand new 6 months ago? I realized recently that I haven’t cleaned it yet. Not once. It’s pretty scary in there!
Then there was the day I just hung out with my friend Michele and her kids, and I wondered why my husband didn’t seem interested in coming over to hang out with us when he got off work early. Well! It was because he wanted to get home and make a meal of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and corn for me. So I didn’t have to worry about supper! Oh. My. Word. Serious heart melting right there, folks!
My baby wore an outfit yesterday that said, “Who needs a superhero when I have my dad?” Isn’t that just the sweetest cheesy rhetorical question EVER?
(My husband teases me about Anthony Hopkins and Johnny Depp, but he knows that he’s my real favorite!)
I was forced into time-out/prolonged nap time for a couple of days by a breast infection. Nasty, those infections! Derek came home from work early on Wednesday to take care of me (see why he’s my favorite?), and my mother-in-law took care of the kids when he wasn’t home. My poor oldest daughter thought I was dying. Like, with breast cancer. No, no, I tried to explain about the baby not drinking enough, and it’s like the milk gets rotten and gives me an infection, and so Mercy just needs to nurse more. Cory says, “But she can’t drink rotten milk!” OK, I give up.
I’ve been sitting in leaf piles this week. And dancing. And putting puzzles together. And sharing my coffee time with children instead of shooing them away.
Because my children, those “animals that we don’t eat” (from The Croods… awesome movie!), they’re such unique creatures. They make you want to tear your hair out and they tear your heart up at the same time. I know I don’t need to explain this to you! I love them.
I’ve been eating chocolate too. Everyone knows that chocolate is good for the soul!
Have a good weekend, ya’ll! May you also be blessed with chocolate, and yummy children too.