Today was one of those semi perfect days. It didn’t start off that way and it’s looking like it may end that way as well. It started with lunch with the kids, followed by a walk thru two corn mazes! When we finished the corn mazes we ate fresh roasted corn on the cob and fresh made kettle corn. The kids got along great up until we pulled into the garage. They’ve since mellowed out and being tuckered out one is down, one is on the brink of going and the older two…….well they always hold on til the better end. I however am getting ready to crash with Gobby to make up for his first night without a bottle. That however is a story for another time.
Yesterday was the next to last game of my sons JV football team. They started the season hard winning every game then they played a team that was mixed JV and varsity – it shook their cinfidence and gave them their first loss. Three more losses later the whole moral of the team was in the gutter. Yesterday they got their beginning of the season groove back and won 12 to 0. Having gotten a a slightly late start and then getting lost on the way to the school hosting the game, then lost again trying to find the field my crew showed up just as the teams were shaking hands. My son was just glad to see us there. I walked to the bus with him chatting away about the game and the fact that he didn’t have a buck fifty for an oreo ice cream snack after lunch, in the midst of all this the other boys from the team were getting on the bus, all of them giving me a curious look then it happened……. one little boy on his way past my son and I looked at me and said, “Hey……whats up?” In his best I’m trying to get my flirt on voice. I just kept signing and ignored the boy. When I got in the car I told my daughter what happened she laughed, and laughed. My reply to her laughter, ” I guess that little boy doesn’t know I’m old enough to be his mom!!!” To which my daughter laughed even more and I rolled my eyes.
For those of you who know my children you know that they can be VERY entertaining (then again most children are) especially SteveSteve. He’s just a natural entertainer last night was no exception. I was dancing around the kitchen while cooking dinner and using my children as musical instruments and dance partners as these things go. SteveSteve who was my chosen guitar decided he had enough of this and decided that he was going to climb the fridge to get to the cream soda on the top. Yes I wrote CLIMB the fridge. I stopped what I was doing and just stood there staring at him in wide eyed amazement. He looked over at me after he got half way up the fridge and said, “What? I’m thirsty.” My daughter and I looked at each other, looked back at SteveSteve and busted out laughing. SteveSteve jumped down from the fridge and walked away as if nothing happened. I got the cream soda down for him as his reward for giving mom a really good laugh.
For 11 years now my husband and I have made our room and our bed community property, we have seen many household wrestling events, fun times, birthday gifts, heartbreaks, and a whole host of other things in our “community” room. When I was growing up my families community room was the kitchen, not the diningroom or livingroom but the kitchen (for family gatherings it’s still the place to be if you want in on the action lol) but here, in my home, it’s our room.
For our children it provides a fun safe place to hang out or hide. Being as such there isn’t much area in our room that hasn’t been explored or exposed (I promise NOTHING x rated for example- one year I was “caught” wrapping Christmas gifts that were flowing out of the closet) and surprisingly enough it is one of the only rooms in our house that doesn’t have a TV.
With each new child we find all the siblings in the bed. When Gabe came home we had all 4 kids in the bed or on the bed asleep. I know there are many out there totally against community beds and to that I say to each their own, what works in one family or situation may not work in another but I personally cherish these times. Are there times that I wish that instead of having our bed hogging preschooler and toddler in the bed that we had our king sized bed to ourselves – you bet your bottom dollar. Have I tried in the past to get said bed hogging preschooler and toddler to sleep in their room? (Got that dollar again) but we still wake in the morning to SteveSteve on Daddys side and GobbyGoo on Moms. I know that soon these times will be over so instead of trying to force a change I’m just gonna go with the flow. Hopefully these two don’t take as long to make the change as their sister did but for now I’ll take the before bedtime wrestling matches, the elementary school gossip, homework help and family time that we are giving to our children on our bed, in our room.
We’ve all heard it before – sometimes it’s better to just be still. For me that has taken on all new meaning. I had full range of mobility just half an hour ago and then I stretched my arms above my head and now it is EXTREMELY painful to move my head, neck, arms or take a deep breath. What I could have possibly done to myself I have no clue but I do know this, I can only sit in one place and that is perfectly still. It’s a hard thing to handle being sidelined especially if you get blindsided into it and you are a normally active person. Perhaps it’s my bodies way of saying hey you- slow down!!! If you won’t do it by choice you will do it by force. So here I am sitting on my couch watching preschool programming with an overly tired 2 year old wishing it didn’t cause shooting pain to move more than a quarter of an inch cuz I would really love to have another cup of coffee. Being still isn’t always a bad thing but sometimes it’s a pain in the butt. I am so conditioned to go, go, go, do, do, do to be still is hard for me to do so I guess I’ll play on my phone go into day 2 of social media overload and try to figure out what good can possibly come out of me being in pain and not being able to do anything. I’m praying that whatever this is just goes away after a nap. Hopefully I have better tidings to bring you tomorrow.
It’s been a busy 2 week (about) since my last blog. I have two sick little ones, the youngest one had his 2nd birthday, hubby had foot issues (to bad that wasn’t the only problem), the teen is being a teen and the tween is being, yup a tween. It’s been a busy, stressful time for me. Still first up last to bed and totally busy inbetween. This lack of sleep that I have is turning into an issue it’s beginning to affect every part of me but yet I am expected to smile and act as if everything is great. Eh not so much. My heart, my cup, my plate all runnith over but yet I carry on. I would not say I’m running the good race with grace, its more like the lopsided gait of a dizzy puppy. Anyhooo in all this sleep deprived coffee fueled reality of mine I have done a lot of thinking and here is my thought for the day. Why do we as people give other people power over us? We play it off, “I’m my own person and so and so can’t do anything to change that.” In just that statement you’ve already given so and so the power. How? You included them in the statement. If you are going to be your own person and do your own thing stop giving away pieces of yourself. Just this morning I gave away another small piece of myself, I was none to happy with me for doing it but done is done. I know for a fact I am tired of people lording over me because I have allowed them to do so for so long. I’m ready to fight back, I’m ready to be me again, I’m ready to be whole again and most importantly I’m ready to get more than a few hours sleep again. Happy Tuesday 🙂