Well, I didn't think it would take me this long to post again. Not to say that I haven't tried many times but to no avail. So I am skipping past all the updates and right in to the good stuff. The good, the bad, and the ugly - the way life really is.
I officially hate bugs in my house. After a scorpion, a ginormous centipede (and yes, I know that ginormous isn't a word, but you get the gist), and some strange jumping bug all found within the confines of my own home I will admit that I am not the bug lover that I once thought I was. I don't mind them outside, in fact I still get upset if someone intentionally tries to dispose of one of Gods creatures - outside that is. But I no longer let them stay inside and I was actually glad to see the pest control truck pull up in my driveway to offer some peace of mind that I would not be waking up at 2AM to a thousand little centipede feet across my arm. Thank goodness for chemicals.
Tonight I have to count my blessings - not because the day was so fabulous that my heart is brimming with gratitude, but for the very opposite reason. I had a very hard day. You think I would know better than to take two tired kids to Costco. Unfortunately I didn't pay attention to my better half and ended up with a screaming toddler trying my best not to notice the stares and gasps as I batted her hands out of the way in self defense as she violently swung at me time and time again. I was humbled once again as a mother. I usually feel pretty confident in my parenting skills and ability to handle most situations. Well, I was sadly proven wrong. During this entire fiasco I was dumb founded. I really didn't know what to do. I just stood there not wanting to make a bigger scene but not able to just up and leave with a cart full of groceries, thinking to myself, "how did this happen?" "How did I get here?" To top it all off the lines were unusually long - and I just stood there completely at the mercy of an exhausted 3 yr. old. Not a pretty picture - but none the less in all this there was something to be grateful for - and that my dear readers is the fact that I have a 3 year old who yells, screams, hits and cries because she wasn't able to put the syrup on her little pancake tasty (these types of things are obviously a bigger deal than I give them credit for). But at the end of the day I can still find her as cute as ever and to see her eyes light up as she grabs her stories to read and snuggles next to me asking me a million questions about each character and word that I read. I am a mother to two beautiful girls so full of life and for this I am eternally grateful. They keep me humble.
3 comments:
Jenny! Yeah! I'm so glad you are gonna start this blogging business. I miss you guys so much. I loved your story today about Costco, and you're so right about how lucky you are that Savannah cries, yells, and screams because it could be much worse.....I'll make ya a deal, you guys just move back here and I'll babysit ANY TIME you want me to and you can go to Costco all by yourself! Deal?
What a day. Don't worry...I never know what I'm doing.
Jenny, this entry kinda scares the crap out of me. I definately want to have kids, but some days, hearing stories like the first part of yours make me so nervous about having someone else's life dependant on mine! But the end is redeeming and I hope I can handle it, but it's good to hear the good and bad sides. Good luck!
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