A good day
This whole motherhood thing can be pretty rough sometimes. (If you need to be reminded of this please read..School shopping) It can pretty much suck you in, chew you up and spit you out. But still, there are those days when everything goes pretty well. At the end of the day, you can put your feet up and relax with a sense of peace and contentment. That was today. We got up and got ready for church, as usual on Sunday. We were actually there on time (!) and got to park in an actual parking spot (as opposed to the made up ones where we try to squeeze our 12 passenger beast into a spot the size of a scooter). The kids were pretty well behaved. (If you were there, please pretend that you did not hear Jonathan tell Father Doug to "Shut Up!" in the middle of his homily.) After mass, Hannah was being trained to be an altar server. Brian took all of the other kids home and started lunch, while I waited for Hannah. Just sitting there, watching her so intently take in everything that Ron (the guy that was training her) was telling her made me smile. I just kept thinking about when we had her baptized. She was such a smiley, sweet baby. And here she was, wearing an alb and lighting the candles on the altar. She was just grinning from ear to ear as her feet swung an inch above the ground. She was growing up right in front of my eyes.
After her training was finished, we headed home. I was sure that the house would look just as I had left it, (like a tsunami went through) if not worse. I got out of the car and I heard it. The faint sound of the vacuum running. What?!?! The husband was grilling hot dogs, the table was set for lunch and the house was clean! If that wasn't enough, the kids were all being relatively cooperative. There was little whining and complaining. And even Noah, who has a tendency to push every one's buttons, was being angelic. He had actually arranged all of his "Jesus and Church stuff" on his dresser to look "fancy like church." He had even made his little brother's bed. All of this without being asked! I almost made a snotty comment about my family being abducted by aliens, but I caught myself. I decided to just go with the flow. Lunch was good and everybody seemed content. Brian, Dj and Jake left to go and play "Geezer football" with some of Brian's friends from college. At the girls' suggestion, the rest of us loaded up in the van and went to visit Mema and Poppy. It was such a nice visit. We sat out on the porch and chatted while the kids ran around the yard. We even got to visit with a couple of my aunts and my parents. My sister and her crew showed up too. All in all, it was a very pleasant visit.
Once we got home, I quickly got dinner ready to go into the oven and left it in Coley's capable hands. I headed to the basement to workout on the elliptical. I was disgusting and sweaty and very happy by the time I was done. The kids had already started to eat dinner. It was a new dish and you never know how those will go over in this house. Let's be honest, there are 11 of us. Mathematically speaking there is a better than average chance that at least one person will not like dinner. By "not like" I mean comments like, "EWWWW! How can you expect us to eat this?!" or "Is this even food?" or " You know that I HATE (fill in the blank)! Why would you make me eat this!" Yes, this is an everyday occurrence around here. I have very thick skin, so I can take it. I usually just tell them to be quiet and eat it. But today, none of this happened. Every, single, solitary, one of them, not just liked dinner, but loved it! Thank you pinterest! My faith has been restored.
Baths went relatively smoothly. Everyone was jammied up and ready for bed. I took Jonathan back to his room to read him a few books in the hopes that I could get the little insomniac to sleep before everyone else needed to go to bed. (For the record this NEVER works. I usually end up sitting on the floor in the doorway of their room for at least 15 minutes until he finally falls asleep.) Well, tonight was the night of miracles. I finished the books, said prayers with him and kissed him goodnight. He stayed in his bed and actually fell asleep. Yes, folks! He fell asleep! (Of course, when Aiden and Noah went to bed, they woke him up. But even more miraculously, he went right back to sleep again!) The icing on the cake was when everyone else went right to bed. There was no screaming or chatting or fighting....just sleep. A.Maz.Ing!
So that leads us to now. I am in fact sitting here with my feet propped up and smiling. It is even a real smile. Not a delirious smile or one of those "I am so tired that I can't even make my mouth frown because it takes too much energy" smiles. Nope. It was a good day and I am just going to revel in it for a minute. Ahhhhh
Besides we all know that tomorrow is a new day and anything can (and will) happen. Good night all!