Today was one of those days we were holding our friends baby in church and I found myself thinking how adorable it would be to have another baby, my daydream even went so far as to smugly think twins would be super fun.
That was before we arrived home.
Our church goes from 9am-12pm, so from noon on we have ALL day to spend as a family, which is usually great. Usually. Arriving home the kids thought it the perfect time to be their silliest, loudest, most obnoxious, mischievous, messiest selves. They even went so far as to annoyingly act like children!!! It took me a few minutes to remember they still are, so luckily I didn't lose my cool and in an even tone directed Ethan in cleaning up a full glass of spilled chocolate milk, untangled his hair from the hand blender he genius-ly turned on in his 'long haired hippie' hair (as Glenn calls it) and explained why playing with a long stick while jumping from couch to couch, table to chair wasn't the smartest plan.
I tried to read in my bed, oh how silly of me, what was I thinking? They all joined me and Lila insisted she had to read my magazines as they are all extremely fond of Oprah's favorite things issues. (Good thing Emry plans on becoming a doctor as Oprah's doesn't like anything under $500) They then decided to have a party in my bed and went on to take apart the entire bed.
But you know what? It was okay. It was all okay. It was even fun to see my kids who spend so much time doing homework and chores, reading books and scriptures, paying attention at school and being reverent at church to just be silly and wacky, to let loose and act like 2 year olds.
It brought back so many great memories and reminded me to have patience because as immature as they were today, I know every day that passes is a small punch to my gut, a reminder that I can't stop or slow down their march away from me.
Cleaning and organizing, mopping and rearranging can be done tomorrow. I know the chocolate milk wasn't thoroughly cleaned up. I know church clothes are still on floors and dressers. I know the mess isn't cute in the least, it's gross, it makes me uneasy, I have to talk myself out of taking them to task.
Yes, they are big enough to clean up after themselves, but sometimes I can do it. I can toast them a bagel in the morning, pack their lunch, kiss them goodbye, watch them walk down the street their backpacks heavy on their shoulders and then I can turn around, crank up the soft rock and go to town cleaning.
The mess will still be there, it isn't going away. As for my thoughts about adding more kids to this mix?
What thoughts?
I was in bed reading when I checked your blog to see if you had posted and sure enough. I can comment to you on my phone but it's a pain in my butt.
ReplyDeleteFirst of all, what in the world are you doing up at 10:38pm at night? Whoa girl you are gettin' spunky, even without me there to keep you up? :)
Second of all, I was dying over this because it's my life everyday day!!!! Forts, cleanup, messes, crying, laughing, screaming, sometimes me screaming, running, jumping and on and on and on. The other day I said to Kirk, "what would you do if I got pregnant again?" He said, "I'd start balling," and I said, "so would I." We've officially got all we can handle.
Okay, but back to your bunch. I seriously cannot relate more. Today I went to read the Ensign. I had a few moments. And who shows up at my side...Summer. She took the magazine and said, "I read." She then handed me some kids book and said, "here." I just thought, "wow, there really is a season huh?" And apparently I'm not in the season of deep spiritual digging. That's okay, like you said, "it's all okay, because it's seriously so cute and in a few minutes you and I will be grandparents going on and on about how brilliant they are and who knows maybe they will be both our grandchildren. Wouldn't that be crazy? Wow, that's a thought.
I love you so much and miss you. I got a really cute pair of boots and thought of you. They're from Aldo. I like yours better but I can't afford them. :) I can't wait for you to come in the summer. What did you mean when you mentioned Boy Scouts?
Loving you,
Shauna xoxoxoxoxxoxo
Hey, yes, I am posting everyday for one week, the finale being Valentines Day. I started on Feb. 7th. I can't wait for Georgia's party. It's going to be fun. Love you
ReplyDeleteShauna xoxox
Ahhhh kind of adorable. But crazy. Sounds like you have a great attitude towards it though! Kids will be kids, after all.
ReplyDeleteI think no matter how old you are, we all all have that time when we act like little kids : At least I do... and you know what it's a great way to loosen up after a week of hard work!
ReplyDeleteI agree kids will be kids. Offlate I too have been thinking if having a daughter but it scares me. Not sure if I wana.
ReplyDeleteIf you are ready...then maybe you should add a new member.
I have twins so I remembr how "hard" it used to ve first few months. Maybe it wont be as hard for you.
keep us in the loop...;)
xoxo
Hope yu had a great weekend.
you are an amazing mom. cherish these times, as they will come and go so quickly. thank you for your honesty and love that is so evident in this post! :)
ReplyDeleteWell, I am a twin, so I was blessed with being born with a best friend! Here we are almost 45 years old (next month!) and we still talk to each other a dozen times a day. Some conversations are only a minute long, but we still need/want that connection now that we live 50 miles apart.
ReplyDeleteDays like this are tough! I totally get being used to kids being good and then being shocked when they act like typical kids.
ReplyDeleteI love days like that too! We had one yesterday as well. We got home from church and actually got into our PJs and just had a lazy day of coloring, birthday planning, valentine making, baking and laughing. Days like that are so good for the soul!
ReplyDeleteEven if you had tried, I wouldn't have believed you could be upset about their obnoxious behavior for long. You treasure your children and relish being a momma too much for that. It makes me smile!
ReplyDeleteLooks like a bit of outdoor play might have helped!
ReplyDeleteAwww. My mother in law always says her favorite time of year is Christmas when we're all home and she gets a week or two of chaos--then sends us back. :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet post...Yes parenting can be tough and rewarding, obnoxious and fun, and just plain silly all at the same time. It constantly tugs on my emotions. One day I'm begging for some alone time, and the next day I'm sobbing because I'm afraid of being alone (when my son grows up)...Thanks for this reminder that sometimes it's just plain okay to have a wacky, messy day... :)
ReplyDeleteI have those days where I think more kids would be nice and then those some things happen at my house and I remember "No 3 is enough."
ReplyDeleteI wonder when this happens if it is God's gentle reminder to enjoy what I have and not wish for more...who knows.
All the same your children are quite beautiful even if they can be little beasts from time to time.
I love this post! SO much!
ReplyDelete