Sunday, May 11, 2014

Mother's Day 2014

A record of our weekend for journaling reasons.  Many broken/run on sentences for all of my grammar queen friends.

I saw it coming.  The calender said 'Dig your heels in and prepare yourself!'.  Life, on the other hand, decided to proceed in it's own direction while I merrily followed along.

We have had torrential rain this past week.  It will storm, drown the yard, overcast, sunny, storm, drown the yard, etc.  The kids have been playing outside every chance that has been offered knowing that rain, hail, freak snow storm?, might ensue at a moment's notice.

I noticed on the calender that Mother's Day Weekend was going to be go go go.  Friday we had our final homeschool coop which was a fun day filled with field day activities, bounce house, prizes, and all of the lovely stuff that follows the end of school year.  Saturday was our coops end of year program with hand bells, recitation of memory verses, what we worked on, invite the grandmas, sit and mingle and sigh with a big mixed emotions that our year is done.  Afterwards we were to high tail it up north to grandmas for her Mother's Day get together.  Sunday we have Sunday school, big church, lunch, naps, play, dinner, bed.  Go to bed exhausted and get going again Monday.  Whoa.

However, those were only plans.  And God's like "You can have goals, but plans? Muahahahahaha."

THURSDAY- "Mom!  There is water everywhere in the basement! COME LOOK!"  Are you kidding me.. Thankfully we had everything up off the floor, in totes, or not in the area that the water was located.  All of that rain water had run out of places to go and apparently my basement looked good.  Only one book and some cardboard boxes used for fort building were captured by the arms of gully.  A good friend offered to come over and work on some projects (putting together car seats that had been pressure washed since the washing machine is for 'normal people' and not families with children who enjoy smearing jelly into car seat upholstery) while I pulled up a rug to dry out side and clean up the living room.  My home owner came over to get his rent check that day and being the nice guy he is, he commented that "Hey it looks good in here!".  Ha, if he'd been over that morning, not so much.  Love that guy.  Now, to prep for Friday: Set out clothes for tomorrow, clean out the car, pack in extra clothes (mud puddle prep), and a full diaper bag.  Bring. It. On.

FRIDAY-  Let's go!  Get going to coop, enjoy the festivities, take lots of pictures, enjoy the bitter sweet moment that this is our last coop morning, go out to eat afterward to celebrate, hugs, naps, prep for Saturday.  Oh my word, this was work.  I had been hole punching art work and hand outs to put into three ring binder with each kids name on it as their This Is My School Work binder.  Gather some of their work books and binders, put in a bag, into the back of the van you go.  Gifts for my friend, gifts for the grandmas, getting it all together, extra clothes (darn you mud puddles!), camping chairs for grandma's house, load all of it in the car, everyone TAKE A BATH and please use soap-WASH YOUR HAIR! and "You didn't even get your face wet?!?", did you brush your teeth?, you smell like soap, thank you!, attend Ladies Night Out at church, enjoy friends, come home, clean up dinner, take a look around, call it good-enough, go to bed at one.

SATURDAY- Up and at'em at 6 o'clock!  Is everything in the car?  What did I think of last night?  Chairs and hairs.  Make sure the kids camping chair made it into the car and nobody took the camping chairs out, and Eleanor has to have her special hair pretty in her hair.  Coffee!  Someone eat something!  Ethan, make sandwiches for breakfast- please and thank you!  Where are the meatballs?  We need more bbq sauce!  Everyone in the car, load up.  Where are Emma's shoes?  Do you  have shoes?  Why aren't you wearing underwear?!  Everyone needs socks, where are your socks?  No they don't have to match just be clean.  Hey you look great, good job!  We have to donate some bags at the thrift store, we are stopping there first.  No we aren't getting ice cream.  What, you didn't even play with that puzzle, are you serious?  No, I'm not getting that puzzle back you never even played with it.  For crying out loud.  Sweet, we are super duper early to our coop program, everyone run around in the parking lot and burn your energy, have our program, program went smooth, let's go up north to grandmas house, hey lets take the back way, oops I think I turned too early, was that a black bear?!??!!  Nope, it was a long and lanky black dog, but that was fun thinking we did see a black bear.  Make it to grandmas, shoot our guns, eat bbq, play in the dirt, chase kids, take many pictures, "Mama I hit the target!" (gotta love those bb guns!), run and play and get filthy, sunburn!, we are all so tired, CAR WON'T START, jumper cables right where I knew they would be- love being organized!, starts up, made it 200 feet down the road and calling Kendall (in his truck behind me) "It's not working!", jump it again, this time two miles down the road, smoke?! (fan quit working), make it back to grandmas, watch wheel of fortune while grandpa and Kendall mega charge the battery with a fancy car  battery charger thingie, "You'll make it home, just don't use the lights or anything extra", we made it home, order pizza, sweet sleepy children in bed, Kendall and I play Cranium and by golly I know what he is drawing- even figured out Grand Canyon on the pictionary card.  We decide it is the alternator. (Which Amy, Angie, and I had discussed a few weeks ago when my battery light came on)...  Nobody was in a bad mood, no cussing or fussing.  It could have been way bad.  We made it to a parking lot and a driveway then back to grandmas.  The roads up north don't have a shoulder and I was saying out loud "You'll never leave us you'll never forsake us" the whole way, reminding myself that God hasn't left us and 'forsaken' us.  It was a good learning moment for the kids and myself.

SUNDAY- Dad drops us off at Sunday school, he goes into town to get an alternator, we attend Sunday school which is sooooooooo amazingly good, our church uses Answers in Genesis and the kids are never bored and we have all learned so much about creation.  Dad picks us up, comes home, boys and I clean the kitchen, dad replaces the alternator, Ethan helps dad, car starts immediately, everyone clap for dad!, to be continued.