Thursday, May 12, 2016

A Glimpse at Our Week

I was noticing that so many of my pictures of the boys are at home. I rarely take pictures of our busy, day-to-day activities. So for those of you that are thinking of signing on to the role of parenthood, here is a glimpse of our week. A lot of words, few pictures.

Monday: I was helping bring breakfast to our church's weekday nursery workers for Teacher Appreciation. These are the ladies who work in God's Little Garden....and watch Gaines. Bringing beverages was the least I could do for them. In the car, Woody starts wheezing. I dropped the drinks off, but decided to head home to get Woody his inhaler. Both boys are devastated they aren't going to school, and cry the whole way home.

Best quote: "I want to go to school! I need to learn!"- Woody

I deal all day with the hospital over a bill from when Gaines was born. Seriously. I need to get child #2 paid off before the birth of child #3.

Tuesday: I go to church to meet with the other girl who is doing crafts at VBS and our staff liaison. Both boys have to go to God's Little Garden. Neither are thrilled. What happened to yesterday's tears over this!? I casually mention that I think there are companies who plan the crafts for you. (In all seriousness, our craft is going to be amazing. We have almost all our supplies in, and I can't wait to see how this turns out.) Go to pick the boys up as a kid in their class is throwing up. Awesome. Hand sanitizer is applied.

I also buy my sixth stroller. (But have sold one, and am going to sell one more.)

Gaines modeled my scarf

We (and by we, I mean I) blow up the new, tacky swimming pool. The boys enjoy the freezing does Winnie. Lucy and I do not.

Wednesday: Woody is better-ish. I feel good about taking him to school to learn. I meet my friend Susannah to walk with her and her daughter, Anna Pyeatt, on the Beltline. Gaines consumes four different snacks while we are out and dumps an entire bottle of water on himself. I have no other clothes, so we wrap up the walk and head home.

Mr. Mister calls, and they can't spray our yard because the dogs are out. I drive a little faster. Mosquitoes must die.

When I pick Woody up, I find out they had a dance party for a little girl in his class. It was her "special day" (all the kids have summer birthdays.) Woody hates dancing and told his teacher, "I don't dance."

Insurance contacts me and says I own nothing from Gaines's birth. I do a happy dance...unlike my son.

I turn the formal "Ladies Lounge" into a playroom. This is a little sad for me.

Catherine and I meet Baby Emma. She is beautiful like her momma. And has lots of visitors.

Thursday: Back to church! (People think I am kidding when I say I am there everyday.) I have a MOPs leadership transition meeting. The boys are once again in the same God's Little Garden room. When I pick them up, Gaines has just clocked another kid. I start yelling at him (like a good mother.) He cries. His teachers also inform me that he has been hitting the other children with books all day (see why I volunteer for their Teacher Appreciation??) I yell more. He cries more (so does my former-librarian mother.) Woody cries because he thinks he is in trouble. I carry two 30 lb crying kids, two lunchboxes, a backpack, and my purse to the car.

We are late for Speech. When Speech is over, Woody cries because he only love Miss F (his speech teacher.) He tells her that I am no fun. This makes Gaines cry too. I carry two 30 lb, crying kids to the car. Woody continues to beg me to turn around the car to go back to "peech."

Day two (in a row) of Chick-fil-a for lunch. No one is keeping the toys in the playroom.

Woody yells at me while typing this blog that I am covering his letters (on the keyboard.) That is my cue to sign off :)

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