Friday, September 23, 2011

Friday Letters


Can you tell it was hot and he was literally rolling around in the mud.

Dear Children, It's been a long busy week. Each one of you took your turn being crazy and silly and made me laugh. Especially the little girls, you went nuts, but all we could do is sit around and laugh at your silliness. And today is a half day at school. Heaven help us. Dear Bad Day, you were a whopper. Steam cleaning TWO seats in the car during the hottest part of the day because of TWO anonymous children wetting their pants right there on the seat. I had been in the car for hours running errands and had allowed bathroom stops. After running over my toes with the Vac thing (OUCH) and feeling confident there would be no traces of pee anywhere I decided to mop the house. That's a sweaty job too, so why not. I would not suggest letting 6 kids eat snow cones from school before running errands. Dear Church, sometimes you just take it out of me, but I want to say I came home with a little more than just a headache. And if I didn't then at least my kids did. Dear Kade, after you took 10 deep breaths and turned bright red you slowly came back to a human color and gave a nice little talk in primary. You lost a tooth and acquired a goose egg on your forehead. Then later this week you earned your Bobcat in scouts. After (picking your seat) and dropping the pin and forgetting what you learned, I still was a proud momma. You really don't like to be the center of attention, you got that from me I would rather be hidden in the crowd. So, I don't know how much of a comfort it was being up there together. Dear Life, you are just too busy and I can't keep up. A lot of things are being left by the wayside. Most of them will be there when I can take a deep breath and if not then I will try and pretend they weren't important. Dear Hazel, you have been prevacid free for one week now. Lets all hope this lasts. Dear Marilyn, I am so thankful for you. I am sure I must frustrate you sometimes, but you are dear to my heart and an angel here on earth to so many. Dear Self, most of the time I dread tomorrow, but tomorrow is a chance to do and be better than today. It would be a whole lot better if I could sleep.