I can NOT believe it is the 6th of January. Six days in. WHERE did the days go?
Okay, I took down the tree.
Cleaned and organized Butter's room.
Cleaned and organized Roo's room.
Cleaned and organized our bedroom.
Smashed and crunched mountains of boxes for recycling.
Did piles of laundry.
Watched a few playoff games.
Got obsessed about taking a picture a day. (Project 365)
I watched Hancock, Mama Mia and Kung Fu Panda.
Changed the furniture around in the living room, now that the tree is down there was a huge open space.
I'm inspired by Sarah, and her cheerful colors...
Six days have already passed. Does anyone else feel this way?
Hubby came home last night. I did not make dinner. I informed him I was on a making dinner strike. I am tired of fighting the children to sit down, sit still and eat their meal. I do my best to make wholesome, yummy meals. As Mother's you all know the guilt involved here. AND you all know the struggle to get the little ones to eat IT. Have you ever gone to the "THERE ARE STARVING CHILDREN IN..." place? Only to be convicted that you were once 6 and didn't eat well either. The children don't know about (dot dot dot) They can only comprehend Grandmas, home and school. oh, yeah and McDonalds. (You mean there's a WHOLE world out there? Yes, Virginia, there IS.)
So I said to Hubby "I'm on strike."
"You're on strike? From what?"
"For how long?"
"Till I feel like making it again."
He just stood there. Not much he could really say.
"I don't feel like my meals are appreciated around here."
"Well, I appreciate them." He's so kind, remember this is a man that would eat dog food if Tabasco went along side it.
This strike is more about the kids. Breakfast is a do it yourself. Butter likes using the toaster. She also likes getting her brother his breakfast. He normally has cereal, dry and takes 3 hours to eat 3/4-1 cup. Lunch I make sandwiches, or ramen or scrambled eggs, sometimes frozen pizza. But dinner is the time in which we sit together, say grace and eat a decent meal.
Butter chatters until her food is too cold to eat...Roo wiggles in his seat and screams when Butter interrupts him...I can't eat fast enough to get away from the circus before I loose my temper at the wasted food. Hubby always "adds" Tabasco to WHATEVER I make. It drives me NUTS. Can it ever be good ENOUGH? EVER?
Yeh, add the whole girl issues this week. I'm a mess. I just want someone to run me a bath, light me some candles, pour me some wine and hand me a chocolate bar. Rub some lotion on me so I don't get scaly from the dryness in the house and let me SLEEP for 2 days. Till the cramps stop and I don't have to go to the bathroom every 15 minutes.
I am a complaining, whiny (bleep) today! Me me me me and oh yeah ME again.
Somebody SLAP ME!
WHOSE got some GOD for me?
I need me some good scripture. My head hurts trying to think of some myself. All I got is old faithful :
I will lie down and sleep in peace, for you alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety. Psalm 4:8
(I call it old faithful because it was the first verse I memorized after my depression...and it's the one I always go to.)
Today though I'm needing more...Whose got some word of the Father? and seriuosly, who wants to slap this whiny child?