Yesterday. Yeh, thank God it is over.
My morning started off with a bang. My daughter squirted poo all over herself and her crib. So I had to bathe her, dress her, then clean her crib and begin the process of washing everything. Then when I went to my boys' room to supervise their chores and make sure they weren't beating each other and all that good stuff, I come to find out my 5 yo peed his bed, then changed and went to sleep in his brother's bed and peed in that bed too. So add four sheets (two flat, two fitted to be exact), two mattress pads, four pillows, two comforters and pee-pee pjs to wash. All before breakfast. Don't forget Maya's twenty stank diapers I had to change, who is supposed to be potty-training.
I have never had to deal with so much fecal material in my life! Holey smokes.
I never knew motherhood was so...gross. OH. And add four boys running around like wild monkeys, a daughter whining for juice NOW, my baby crying for me to pick her up and my youngest boy screeching for a toy. Then Noah breaks my coffee pot in his pursuit of the toaster. Broken glass everywhere. And I will have one grouchy mother-in-law when she finds out we don't have a coffee maker. What's up with old folks and their coffee? Anyway, I was about ready to gouge out my own eyeballs by noon.
What? You want to eat graham crackers and dry cherrios for lunch? Be my guest. You want to bounce on the trampoline in your boxers while being sprayed with the hose by your brother? Knock yourself out.
Then I had to run to the social security office. Then the church office to pick up some papers. There are days when I am totally defeated and exhausted. Today was that day. Was it a coincidence that today was the day of 777 women, and the day I volunteered to give "My Story"? I think not. I had to come to the meeting a half hour late because my dear husband was not home in time to switch shifts. So I work myself in a tizzy because of that.
It was also the first day we broke up into groups. So I had to walk in, sit down and lead the group, and pretend like I knew what the heck I was talking about. I just wanted a minute to breathe. I tried to get out of doing my story, but I figured I should just get it over with (plus Erin is kinda bossy heehee). I was totally scatterbrained, which isn't like me at all. I forgot to say major events in my life such as, when I started serving God (duh), when I got married, when I started going to Sandals...but for whatever reason I did admit to other stuff that I am totally embarrassed for (sorry mom, but yes I racked all my art supplies and I was a total fag hag!).
Hopefully all the ladies were able to understand what I was trying to say, which was that the life I live now is totally beyond the life I had planned for myself and that I have embraced God's call through it all and now I am blessed. After the meeting a few of us ladies went to grab something to eat. It was good times. Sometimes I wonder if I let *too much* of my hair down...but you know, I'm just being real with myself, others and God. I've always struggled with being too out there. But what can I say? What you see is what you get with me.
And that, my friends, can be both good and bad!
