What'd You Do?

Sigh

I really want to write a spiritual post. I want, no desire, a beautiful homeschool filled family day with smiles and learning and good food and such. Some kind of sign that yes, I am exactly where God wants me to be on this beautiful blustery First Friday Feast of Our Lady of the Rosary. But instead, this is what I have (warning, from Tommy Boy):



Why? Well, because it was what came to mind on my way home from a delightful First Friday Mass with the kids (just us, hubby was at work) and play time for the kids in the gym afterwards. We brought a few treats, and on our way out of the Church, DD1 was carrying the bag with leftover coffee cake in it with explicit instructions from me on how to hold it so that the aluminum tray wouldn't bend in half and the napkins and plates wouldn't fall out. I opened the van doors for her while wrestling with DS3 in my arms and trying to kick DS2 off of hanging on the diaper bag because he was hurting my shoulder (automatic doors are so cool).

But alas, I forgot that it was windy out. Since we haven't been too faithful about keeping the van clean, everything blew out of the van and the kids (bless their little souls) went running all over the parking lot and Church grounds chasing little socks and papers and cups and burp cloths. Right about that time, I noticed DD1 had given DD2 the bag of left over coffee cake. DD2 did not get the memo about how to hold the bag and tray, so I literally leaped over to her (while still wrestling with DS3) to help her, and I managed to let the bag open just enough for all the cute little paper plates I picked out at the grocery store fall out and go flying all over the parking lot and Church grounds. DS3 is squealing in delight at this point; who knows, maybe he'll be a sailor since he seems to like the wind so much (by this time, the blanket that I had so carefully covered him with was nowhere to be seen).

So what does all this have to do with Tommy Boy? Well, when I finally did get to my door to get in and start the van, I opened the door and it practically blew off and all I could think of was that scene from Tommy Boy when Chris Farley tells David Spade, "What'd you do?" when the door falls off. I was laughing out loud all the way home, and the kids kept saying, "Mom, what's so funny?"

There's more. So much more. But the day is young, and I am going to try to retrieve what I can of it. Have a blessed Feast of Our Lady of the Rosary today, and if you think of it say a little prayer for us today, we need it.

Note to Self

Next time kids are going on a camping trip, give yourself more than 10 minutes to sew badge on cub scout shirt. Better yet, try to get it done right after the badge comes home from pack meeting weeks before it needs to be done. Especially if you are trying to use invisible thread. And keep from sewing pockets shut. You are 40 now, your eyesight isn't the same as it used to be. And really, don't be such a perfectionist, the badge doesn't have to be THAT straight, especially if you are trying to nurse a 5 week old while sewing said badge on. Oh who are you kidding, you know you just let the baby cry right next to you while you frantically tried to sew that badge on.

Also, don't read any mom blogs where they are having fabulous garden parties and celebrating every Saint's feast day with fanfare. It is beyond your capability at this time. You can't even sew a boy scout badge on a shirt. By hand. You really need to learn how to use the sewing machine you asked for 2 years ago but haven't used yet.

This must be what happens when an engineer becomes a stay at home homeschooling mom of 5. They did not teach this stuff to me in thermodynamics class and come to think of it, I didn't really learn this from my parents either.

This family, and this mom especially, are a WORK IN PROGRESS.

Where is the CHOCOLATE?????? Guess what we had for lunch today? Frozen pizza. It was cooked of course. And it had meat on it too, but I pricked myself with the needle sewing the badge on several times, so that should count as penance shouldn't it? As for my dear husband, his penance is dealing with me today :)

Need a Hideaway?

Too funny not to post, plus Cheap Trick!! We're only a few states away! :)



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It's come to this

Well, it was kind of quiet earlier, so that is always a warning sign around here, unless it is after bedtime of course. So I went looking for our soon to be 2 year old and this is what I found:

There she is outside on the driveway with her brother's slipper on one foot and his sandal on the other and holding not 1 but 2 pez candy dispensers which she is eating in my lap right now while I type this and a Miller hat on (at least she doesn't have a can of beer in her hand). Maybe that's what I should be doing. Just kidding, it's before 5pm on a weekday. The good thing is that she IS dressed and that she IS still in the driveway. Don't pay attention to the empty flower beds (it's only April!!), the bare feet on her brother, the cracked driveway (the winters are harsh up here in the tundra!), or the soggy diaper. What can I say, it's Friday. I am a good mom, I promise, just Google it (see yesterday's post)

On a better note, this is adorable too in a different (and much much better) way:

Well, sorry for the way the pictures are laid out, I am new to blogging and can't quite figure it out and have spent way too long on this post already as said 2 year old has since left my lap in search of more pez.

Have a great weekend!