Forgive Me

Here's a quick update on how my life is going. May is particularly busy around here. This past weekend we had 6 baseball games, 2 baseball practices, 1 soccer game, and 4 Sound Company performances.  My parents were here, so they were able to see first hand just how crazy life is.  We had a great time and everything went quite smoothly - which is great considering I had some type of mild stomach ailment on Friday and Saturday.

Monday morning the kids whooshed off to school despite the exhaustion and mess.  Amazingly, I was able to overlook the chaos and make 4 lunches in record time.  You see, I have a messy kitchen phobia.  I really need to have all dishes in the dishwasher before serving breakfast and before making lunches.  Why?  I really don't know.  Tim discovered my phobia long ago and adjusted our Sunday morning schedule.  We used to be late to church every week because I was insistent on having the dishwasher cleaned out and refilled before we left.  So, he simply took over kitchen duty.  He brings me my breakfast while I dry my hair and we are now on time for church again.

All that said, we loaded the dishwasher yesterday before we left for the day's activities.  Somehow between yesterday morning and this morning, I felt for sure that those dishes had been washed. I opened the dishwasher this morning to grab some cups for orange juice.  I filled those puppies up with very pure, delicious orange juice and placed them proudly in front of Reed and Cole.  Right after that, I proceeded to grab the silverware in order to put it back in the drawer.  Suddenly I discovered a horrible truth.  Just as I looked over to see both boys gulping down the last of their drinks, I realized that I had just served their juice in dirty cups.  Reed even commented on how quickly I had run the dishwasher today.  Evidently he had already discovered the dirty dishes and had pulled from the cabinet instead.  

I just didn't have the heart to admit my mistake.  I mean, what do you say?  "Oops!  I just gave you dirty cups?"  I was going to stop them before they started drinking, but upon looking up I realized it was just too late.  Oh, and remember that stomach ailment I had last weekend?  I had the horrible realization that one of those cups had been used for water to wash down my medicine.  There is just really nothing to say.  I just grimaced, gave them kisses, and put those cups right back where they had been.  In the dirty dishwasher.

Just imagine my relief when I went back up to brush my teeth and I found the glass I used on Saturday - still dirty - right beside the sink where I'd left it.

14 Hands

One of my friends, who also happens to be an up and coming wine connoisseur, gave me the low down on this great wine - 14 Hands.  Unfortunately, when recommending it to others, I got a little mixed up and referred them to 14 Husbands.  It really isn't surprising that I would make such an error.  I can hardly remember my own name these days - it's May and WE ARE BUSY.

I'm sure you have noticed that my daily blogs have taken a backseat to everything else in life.  Such is the difference in January and May.  January brings the type of weather that allows for sitting by the fire and conjuring up topics on which I can expound.  May, on the other hand, shoves our schedule into high gear and there is hardly time to sit on the toilet.  

I was thinking about it today and I think I could really use 14 hands.  No thank you on the 14 husbands - I already have enough mouths to feed.  But 14 hands?  or 7 of me.  I could do well with one brain on 7 bodies to coordinate all of the activities of these 4 kids.  We would need 7 cars and that would require enough shoes for 14 feet - and that would be expensive on my very narrow feet.  But 14 hands could get those 8 little feet where they need to go - and we wouldn't have to settle for missing anything.

But, since there is just 1 of me and 1 husband (who works a lot), I will settle for doing the best that I can until the lazy mornings of  June come around to take the craziness out of life.  Hang with me, I'll post when I can - probably late at night when the house is silent as I try to organize my thoughts of exactly how I will manage tomorrow.

Here's my countdown:

19 days of school left

21 baseball games

12 baseball practices

12 soccer games & practices

8 Sound Company practices

4 Sound Company shows

5 piano lessons

3 doctor appointments

2 trips out of town

3 field trips

6 scout meetings

525,600 white socks to match

at least 20 loads of laundry

80 lunches to pack

I don't even want to think of the dinners.

1 more hour till I'm going to bed.

Viral Interpretations

We had a rather sickly winter this year. All four kids missed school at least one day for some sort of virus. Cole has been the grand prize winner - 3 stomach viruses and one stubborn fever. I was beginning to think that I needed to have a deep cleaning of our house in order to clear the house of our germs. Thankfully, with the warmer weather, things are looking up. I haven't had a kid home sick in 2 entire weeks. But when they are sick and mention a sore throat, I will no doubt load them up in the car and take them to their daddy's office for a quick, gagging swab. They hate it. I feel sorry for them. But I want to catch it early if they have the dreaded Strep Throat!

Reed brought home a small journal entry today. He will kill me for this, but I can't resist. I think it is great - and it explains his impression of an illness he's never had...

Now I know why he fears Strep Throat! Evidently it leads to death in dogs.

Amber actually died due to a stroke, but Reed's little mind conjured up another diagnosis.