The “not me” monster has been at our house quite frequently lately.
Last week I found cranberry juice spilled on the floor with a blanket over the top. It was the middle of the afternoon and we only have juice at breakfast. Hmmmm, that stain did not come out. I moved all of our furniture forward 6 inches so I could cover the spot with our rug
I just found orange marker on the carpet under the corner of the couch. How long has that been there? Gee, I have no idea, and that stain doesn’t want to come out either. My rug isn’t big enough to reach both stains. I don’t know whether I should scream or shrug my shoulders. I would never ever not in a million years choose to put cream carpet in a living room. The same carpet was under the dining room table but we had linoleum put in before we moved – priceless!
Now here is the story of the day.
The girls were screaming wildly outside and came flying in the backdoor saying Silas was chasing them with pee on his hands.
“Um, what did you just say?”
“Yeah, mom, Titus was peeing in the backyard and Silas put his hands in his pee while he was peeing. And now he is chasing us!”
Is this normal? I am going to chalk this one up to the fact that they are boys and most boys don’t have three sisters to tattle on them all the time.
I sometimes cannot believe that this is my life and these stories really happen around here. I don’t make up anything and honestly don’t feel that my words do these stories justice.
A couple of months ago was Compassion Sunday. Compassion International is an organization that exists as a Christian child advocacy ministry that releases children from spiritual, economic, social and physical poverty and enables them to become responsible, fulfilled Christian adults. I was convicted that we could sponsor one more child. I really wrestled with God on this one because finances were tight, they still are, but they were extremely tight to the point of we had no jobs lined up for the next month. There was a table in our lobby with all of the children’s pictures. Pictures get me every time.
I actually talked myself out of it the first Sunday. No, we couldn’t afford to do it. We already have a sponsor child. That was easy, just keep walking and don’t look back. The table was there again the next Sunday. Busted! The Holy Spirit was working on my heart all week and when I arrived and saw the table again, I knew that I couldn’t disobey. I told God that I would do it, but he would have to bring in the extra money through Wings. My little side business with Wings hadn’t brought any money in either for about 3 months. So it was a big step of faith.
It has been 3 months and every month God has provided enough to cover Sophia’s sponsorship. I love to see how he provides!
Look who just plum wore himself out from jumping. He is so cute that sometimes I just don’t know what to do with him. Now I am off to send five other small people to bed. I have to get my game face on now. Okay, here I go!
Carl was the awesome Daddy last night and took the five “big” kids camping. Big is a general term that I usually would not use to describe my tribe, but for camping in the backyard they were big. Adie was the only one who didn’t know if being in the backyard was so cool. We also had to convince Silas and Titus that there were no bears. I don’t know when Grandpa told them that there were bears in our backyard, but he surely did because they wanted nothing to do with being in the tent at first. They were thankful their strong and brave Daddy was sleeping with them.
Jack and I had to hold down the fort inside. I know, I know someone had to do it and I willingly stayed in my nice comfortable bed with no bugs, sprinklers or fireworks going off.
We were driving home from a BBQ and Carl pointed out some wild turkeys on the side of the road to which Silas said, “Yum, can we eat them?”