Day 27
Yesterday I did NOTHING. Well, maybe not NOTHING, I did go to the bathroom, brush my hair, feed children, wash some dishes, eat, change diapers, visited with my mother, jumped on the trampoline, pushed the kids on the swings, played a VERY long game of Parcheesi.... What is wrong with me? I did a TON of stuff yesterday!
Being what my husband and I like to call a "Do-er" I have a really bad habit of defining myself by what I do. On many occasions, when Josh comes home and asks how my day went I will respond with, "I didn't DO anything today. I was a bum." To which he usually says, "Well, our children look clothed and feed, so you must have done SOMEthing." What a great man! God knows I need to hear that on a regular basis.
So, I guess what I mean to say is I didn't do anything too exciting yesterday. Definitely nothing blog worthy, unless you consider me watching the movie The Devil Wears Prada blog worthy (such a good movie). But, I promised I would write something every day for 30 days, so there you have it. I had a nice relaxing day yesterday. *phew*
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Friday, July 27, 2012
Rocks and Sand
Day 26
Time. No one has enough time. Never! It is in constant demand. I am no different. And despite my many attempts to manage my time wisely, I don't have the secret to successful time management. I don't think ANY woman with 3 kids and an infant does. Of course I have my moments, or even days of successful time management, but they are usually so exhausting that for the next three days I am completely useless. As I was driving the three hour drive I had today, bemoaning my lack of time, and inability to ever catch up on anything, or get ahead on anything an experiment I had seen in college came to mind.
Here's the experiment:
There is a glass jar, several large rocks, lots of little rocks, and a bunch of sand, all in their own respective piles. First you put all the sand in the jar, then the little rocks, and then you try to cram as many of the big rocks in as you can. You can never get them all. So, then you dump it all out, and you put the big rocks in first, then the little rocks and then the sand, and it ALL fits.
The rocks are supposed to represent the big events in life, or the important things in life, and the little rocks the not AS important things, and the sand the unimportant things in life.
Sometimes I feel like I am in quick sand. The unimportant things in life seem to surround me, and pull me down. In the grand scheme of life, washing dishes really isn't that important, However, there is no way I would be able to survive if I never washed the dishes. So I wash them, and I tell myself as soon as I have all the dishes clean, and all the laundry folded, and all the meals prepared I will play with my kids. Yet, it is never ending. It keeps coming and coming and coming.
Back to my epiphany as I was driving. The cool and fun things I want to do with my kids are important. Instead of waiting around until all the dishes are done I need to just plan them in, and fit washing dishes around THEM. DUH! I mean seriously, what was I thinking? It's just like reading my Bible. If I want to read it, and it is important, I should put it in the jar first, otherwise it is never going to fit in.
I am excited to get home and plan some fun outings and home school field trips with my kids. My eldest A is almost half way grown! That means I have already had him for half of the time I will have him in my home. *Jaw dropping to floor* It's just crazy how fast time is flying. And if I wait till I don't have an infant in the house any more, I could miss out on many great experiences with my son. So, to my stack of endless dishes, YOU MUST WAIT! To my OVER organized camper, I will leave you be! And finally, to my computer, see ya later!
Time. No one has enough time. Never! It is in constant demand. I am no different. And despite my many attempts to manage my time wisely, I don't have the secret to successful time management. I don't think ANY woman with 3 kids and an infant does. Of course I have my moments, or even days of successful time management, but they are usually so exhausting that for the next three days I am completely useless. As I was driving the three hour drive I had today, bemoaning my lack of time, and inability to ever catch up on anything, or get ahead on anything an experiment I had seen in college came to mind.
Here's the experiment:
There is a glass jar, several large rocks, lots of little rocks, and a bunch of sand, all in their own respective piles. First you put all the sand in the jar, then the little rocks, and then you try to cram as many of the big rocks in as you can. You can never get them all. So, then you dump it all out, and you put the big rocks in first, then the little rocks and then the sand, and it ALL fits.
The rocks are supposed to represent the big events in life, or the important things in life, and the little rocks the not AS important things, and the sand the unimportant things in life.
Sometimes I feel like I am in quick sand. The unimportant things in life seem to surround me, and pull me down. In the grand scheme of life, washing dishes really isn't that important, However, there is no way I would be able to survive if I never washed the dishes. So I wash them, and I tell myself as soon as I have all the dishes clean, and all the laundry folded, and all the meals prepared I will play with my kids. Yet, it is never ending. It keeps coming and coming and coming.
Back to my epiphany as I was driving. The cool and fun things I want to do with my kids are important. Instead of waiting around until all the dishes are done I need to just plan them in, and fit washing dishes around THEM. DUH! I mean seriously, what was I thinking? It's just like reading my Bible. If I want to read it, and it is important, I should put it in the jar first, otherwise it is never going to fit in.
I am excited to get home and plan some fun outings and home school field trips with my kids. My eldest A is almost half way grown! That means I have already had him for half of the time I will have him in my home. *Jaw dropping to floor* It's just crazy how fast time is flying. And if I wait till I don't have an infant in the house any more, I could miss out on many great experiences with my son. So, to my stack of endless dishes, YOU MUST WAIT! To my OVER organized camper, I will leave you be! And finally, to my computer, see ya later!
The Journey
Day 25
Today I drove 7 hours through endless forests, passed rivers and lakes. It's a blessing and a curse to live in the middle of no where. It's beautiful, but it takes forever to get back into civilization.
Lately I have been struggling with temptation. There is so many things that I can spend my time on. I love to watch movies and TV series on Netflix. I can be obsessed with computer games. I love math and logic puzzles and then there is ALWAYS Facebook. I could spend hours on Facebook. It's so tempting, when things get overwhelming, to just check out, and spend hours entertaining myself, vegging out, and tuning out.
So what does that have to do with driving 7 hours? Well, during this long drive, it occurred to me that we are all on a journey. Eventually, at the end of our lives, we will come to the end of the road. And while the destination is important, how we get there is just as important.
Hebrews 12:1-2 says, "Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God."
How easy it is to get distracted from our true purpose in life. I think our culture of entertainment is the most distracting and hindering. And when I find myself taking my eyes off of Jesus, and putting them on myself, and my need to be entertained, it's like stopping along to side of the road. Every time I stopped to let the kids go potty, or to get some coffee I postponed my arrival by 15 or 20 minutes. The trip should take six and a half hours, but since we stopped 3 times, it ended up taking me seven and a half hours.
My life is a journey. I am heading somewhere. I can't get distracted from that. I need to lay aside the things that weigh me down and sin that entangles me, and keeps me from my destination. I need to keep my eyes on Jesus, the one who makes this journey even possible. His sacrifice has brought me to this journey, and it will continue to lead me home.
Today I drove 7 hours through endless forests, passed rivers and lakes. It's a blessing and a curse to live in the middle of no where. It's beautiful, but it takes forever to get back into civilization.
Lately I have been struggling with temptation. There is so many things that I can spend my time on. I love to watch movies and TV series on Netflix. I can be obsessed with computer games. I love math and logic puzzles and then there is ALWAYS Facebook. I could spend hours on Facebook. It's so tempting, when things get overwhelming, to just check out, and spend hours entertaining myself, vegging out, and tuning out.
So what does that have to do with driving 7 hours? Well, during this long drive, it occurred to me that we are all on a journey. Eventually, at the end of our lives, we will come to the end of the road. And while the destination is important, how we get there is just as important.
Hebrews 12:1-2 says, "Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God."
How easy it is to get distracted from our true purpose in life. I think our culture of entertainment is the most distracting and hindering. And when I find myself taking my eyes off of Jesus, and putting them on myself, and my need to be entertained, it's like stopping along to side of the road. Every time I stopped to let the kids go potty, or to get some coffee I postponed my arrival by 15 or 20 minutes. The trip should take six and a half hours, but since we stopped 3 times, it ended up taking me seven and a half hours.
My life is a journey. I am heading somewhere. I can't get distracted from that. I need to lay aside the things that weigh me down and sin that entangles me, and keeps me from my destination. I need to keep my eyes on Jesus, the one who makes this journey even possible. His sacrifice has brought me to this journey, and it will continue to lead me home.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
My New Neighbor
Day 24
So.....I have this neighbor. She is AWESOME....but very different from anyone I have ever met. I love her to pieces already, but I got to thinking about it tonight, and I realized that God gave me the perfect neighbor, for me. I know a lot of you may be surprised by this, but I am SHY, at first. Really. I have self esteem issues (what woman doesn't) and it is very hard for me to make the first move in friendships. And then there is the whole social protocol, which I am always wondering if I failing miserably. With neighbors the anxiety I feel increases two fold. Do I make the first move, or do they? Do I cross the imaginary boundary line between our properties, or do they? And then there's the generational gap, and the four very energetic children who will talk anybodies ear off, if I let them. And then there is the giant Elephant in the backyard- I am living in a camper, cooking, cleaning and showering outside in my back yard.
Of course, God knows all of this. He knows my weaknesses, and my insecurities. He could have given me a neighbor who was my age, and looked like she had her life all together (which is how I imagine all woman my age). He could have given me an elderly woman with a sour expression, and condemning eyes. But no. My merciful and all knowing God gave me Ms. P! The kids lover her, and I love her. She has brought me fresh bread from the oven, freshly picked raspberries, thimble berry jam, and lots of good advice. She laughs at everything, and finds my kids quite amusing. Tonight Abby had her arms around her neck, and was whispering something about how much she liked her. She always encourages the kids to help their "mama". She comes on over anytime she seems me in the backyard, and we chat. She is a wonderful blessing! I have never met anyone like her. She is definitely a Yooper (accent and all), and I can't wait to get to know her even more!
With all that I have going on, and how weird my life seems right now, it is so comforting to know that I don't have a neighbor who is sitting on the other side of the "boundary line" judging me, or thinking I am weird. HA!
So.....I have this neighbor. She is AWESOME....but very different from anyone I have ever met. I love her to pieces already, but I got to thinking about it tonight, and I realized that God gave me the perfect neighbor, for me. I know a lot of you may be surprised by this, but I am SHY, at first. Really. I have self esteem issues (what woman doesn't) and it is very hard for me to make the first move in friendships. And then there is the whole social protocol, which I am always wondering if I failing miserably. With neighbors the anxiety I feel increases two fold. Do I make the first move, or do they? Do I cross the imaginary boundary line between our properties, or do they? And then there's the generational gap, and the four very energetic children who will talk anybodies ear off, if I let them. And then there is the giant Elephant in the backyard- I am living in a camper, cooking, cleaning and showering outside in my back yard.
Of course, God knows all of this. He knows my weaknesses, and my insecurities. He could have given me a neighbor who was my age, and looked like she had her life all together (which is how I imagine all woman my age). He could have given me an elderly woman with a sour expression, and condemning eyes. But no. My merciful and all knowing God gave me Ms. P! The kids lover her, and I love her. She has brought me fresh bread from the oven, freshly picked raspberries, thimble berry jam, and lots of good advice. She laughs at everything, and finds my kids quite amusing. Tonight Abby had her arms around her neck, and was whispering something about how much she liked her. She always encourages the kids to help their "mama". She comes on over anytime she seems me in the backyard, and we chat. She is a wonderful blessing! I have never met anyone like her. She is definitely a Yooper (accent and all), and I can't wait to get to know her even more!
With all that I have going on, and how weird my life seems right now, it is so comforting to know that I don't have a neighbor who is sitting on the other side of the "boundary line" judging me, or thinking I am weird. HA!
A Day In the Life of Little Dude
Day 23
Hi! My mom calls me little dude because I am so cute. I know I am cute, and I use this to my advantage. I also like to make friends with random people I see in restaurants and stores. I can say lots of big words, but for some reason I can't blow air out of my nose.
Today was like any other day. I woke up, dug through my duffel bag for some clothes, then slid down out of the bed. My toes can't touch the edge of the couch yet, but I point them really hard, and keep inching my way down, trusting they will hit the edge.
My mom asks me to help her a lot. I am a big boy, you know. I got to put my little sisters hat on her head. It didn't quite work right. I kept getting it in her eyes. My little sister was on my mom's back, in the backpack carrier, and my mom couldn't reach her to put her hat on, so I did it.
While I was helping mom make breakfast I made a really funny joke. Well, at least I thought it was hilarious. I asked mom if I could crack eggs. She said not until I was a little older. So I asked her if I could crack eggs when I was five. She said probably. Then I asked her if I could crack eggs when I was a grown up. She laughed at me and said of course. I ran off to tell my big brother and sister my clever joke. They ran from me, and ignored me. They do this a lot. I am not sure why. My mom thinks it is because I talk all the time.
I got to stir the scrambled eggs while they were cooking. I like to pretend I am a cook in a restaurant when I get to do this. I also like to tell stories. I make up all kinds of things. My mom says I have the craziest imagination. Today I told her about a dream I had about Batman and me. In my dream Batman gave me all of his cool stuff, and I got to fight the bad guys.
My big brother was trying to scary me again. He told me about a monster. But I said, "Monsters don't exist, remember?"
My mom found another piece of junk in the backyard. She always finds things. I don't know why she calls them junk though. I think they are awesome. This time she found a wrestling dude! I call him Popeye the Sailor Man.
I got a Captain America mask for my birthday from my Auntie and Uncle! I love it. I put it on today and showed my little sister. I told my mom that I thought she was saying (in a high pitched voice), "Ooooooo! Captain America!"
We have a wood deck with a ramp. It is kind of old, and my mom says it needs to be painted or stained or something. I like to slide down the ramp. My mom hates it when I do it. She says I will get splinters in my stomach, or my legs.
My big brother and sister are awesome. They play the coolest games, and I try to play too. Sometimes they are so nice, and let me. Other times they tell me I am being too silly. We also like to dance and wrestle. Sometimes we start off dancing and end up wrestling, with me on the ground.
Our new house is so cool. I keep asking if I can walk through it and look at everything. It is a mess right now. I am also a bit of a clutz, and I keep tripping on the step into the house. I also can't reach the door knob to the house, so when I have to go potty, and the door is closed I start crying and screaming for help. My big brother or sister usually come and save the day. I love them.
I get to help wash dishes too! My mom fills three square tub bucket things with water, and she puts bleach in the last one. Then she washes them, and my brother and sister and I get to rinse and then sanitize them, and then stack them in the dish drainer. We don't do this every day though, like we probably should. My mom hates doing, so she usually puts it off as long as possible. Then we have a huge pile of dishes to do. My dad felt bad for my mom, so he bought her some more paper plates. She hates using paper plates and bowls and stuff. I think it is because they blow away in the wind, but daddy thinks it is because she doesn't like to waste stuff.
Tonight my big brother and sister and I tried to sleep like lions in our bed up top. We piled on top of each other, and shut the curtain. Mom caught us, though. She made us sleep in our spots. Mommy knows best, I guess.
Hi! My mom calls me little dude because I am so cute. I know I am cute, and I use this to my advantage. I also like to make friends with random people I see in restaurants and stores. I can say lots of big words, but for some reason I can't blow air out of my nose.
Today was like any other day. I woke up, dug through my duffel bag for some clothes, then slid down out of the bed. My toes can't touch the edge of the couch yet, but I point them really hard, and keep inching my way down, trusting they will hit the edge.
My mom asks me to help her a lot. I am a big boy, you know. I got to put my little sisters hat on her head. It didn't quite work right. I kept getting it in her eyes. My little sister was on my mom's back, in the backpack carrier, and my mom couldn't reach her to put her hat on, so I did it.
While I was helping mom make breakfast I made a really funny joke. Well, at least I thought it was hilarious. I asked mom if I could crack eggs. She said not until I was a little older. So I asked her if I could crack eggs when I was five. She said probably. Then I asked her if I could crack eggs when I was a grown up. She laughed at me and said of course. I ran off to tell my big brother and sister my clever joke. They ran from me, and ignored me. They do this a lot. I am not sure why. My mom thinks it is because I talk all the time.
I got to stir the scrambled eggs while they were cooking. I like to pretend I am a cook in a restaurant when I get to do this. I also like to tell stories. I make up all kinds of things. My mom says I have the craziest imagination. Today I told her about a dream I had about Batman and me. In my dream Batman gave me all of his cool stuff, and I got to fight the bad guys.
My big brother was trying to scary me again. He told me about a monster. But I said, "Monsters don't exist, remember?"
My mom found another piece of junk in the backyard. She always finds things. I don't know why she calls them junk though. I think they are awesome. This time she found a wrestling dude! I call him Popeye the Sailor Man.
I got a Captain America mask for my birthday from my Auntie and Uncle! I love it. I put it on today and showed my little sister. I told my mom that I thought she was saying (in a high pitched voice), "Ooooooo! Captain America!"
We have a wood deck with a ramp. It is kind of old, and my mom says it needs to be painted or stained or something. I like to slide down the ramp. My mom hates it when I do it. She says I will get splinters in my stomach, or my legs.
My big brother and sister are awesome. They play the coolest games, and I try to play too. Sometimes they are so nice, and let me. Other times they tell me I am being too silly. We also like to dance and wrestle. Sometimes we start off dancing and end up wrestling, with me on the ground.
Our new house is so cool. I keep asking if I can walk through it and look at everything. It is a mess right now. I am also a bit of a clutz, and I keep tripping on the step into the house. I also can't reach the door knob to the house, so when I have to go potty, and the door is closed I start crying and screaming for help. My big brother or sister usually come and save the day. I love them.
I get to help wash dishes too! My mom fills three square tub bucket things with water, and she puts bleach in the last one. Then she washes them, and my brother and sister and I get to rinse and then sanitize them, and then stack them in the dish drainer. We don't do this every day though, like we probably should. My mom hates doing, so she usually puts it off as long as possible. Then we have a huge pile of dishes to do. My dad felt bad for my mom, so he bought her some more paper plates. She hates using paper plates and bowls and stuff. I think it is because they blow away in the wind, but daddy thinks it is because she doesn't like to waste stuff.
Tonight my big brother and sister and I tried to sleep like lions in our bed up top. We piled on top of each other, and shut the curtain. Mom caught us, though. She made us sleep in our spots. Mommy knows best, I guess.
Monday, July 23, 2012
Kitchen
Day 22
Imagine living in a house that had a kitchen that was 40 feet long and 20 feed wide. Sounds good, right? Well, maybe a bit big. But anyway...now imagine that in this kitchen the cabinets are on the west wall, the table is on the north wall, next to the stove, the trash can is in the south east corner, and the refrigerator is on the south wall. Now take away the walls, and you got my "kitchen" set up mapped out perfectly! HA! Oh, except the water....it depends on what I need the water for. I have three sources. The first source is the hose (which floats around the "kitchen"). We don't drink this water though because it tastes like rubber. Very nasty. We even tried using a super duper RV filter thingy that attaches to hoses, still disgusting! The hose is used for filling up the buckets to wash dishes, cold showers, watering the garden and filling the kiddy pool. On occasion it is also used for rinsing veggies or random things that fall on the ground and get dirty. I also have a sink, which, going with the "map" theme here would be halfway between the "refrigerator" and the "stove" (aka- coolers and grill). The faucet is very low though, and it's hard to fill things with it. Usually we have to fill a bottle, and then use that bottle to fill other things. We can rinse veggies in the sink, most times, but there is no real counter. The kids usually rinse the veggies, one at a time, and bring it to me. It keeps them busy anyway. The 3rd water source comes from the sink, but we store it in bottles in the camper. This is AJ's job. I use the sinks to rinse veggies or my hands, but I have to pour the water from the bottle because when we hooked up the hose to the camper we got serious leakage under the camper. It was dripping everywhere. It was very hard to see where it was coming from too, so we gave up, figuring it was better for Josh to spend his time fixing the house, rather than the camper.
And there you have it. :) I get my exercise for sure!
Imagine living in a house that had a kitchen that was 40 feet long and 20 feed wide. Sounds good, right? Well, maybe a bit big. But anyway...now imagine that in this kitchen the cabinets are on the west wall, the table is on the north wall, next to the stove, the trash can is in the south east corner, and the refrigerator is on the south wall. Now take away the walls, and you got my "kitchen" set up mapped out perfectly! HA! Oh, except the water....it depends on what I need the water for. I have three sources. The first source is the hose (which floats around the "kitchen"). We don't drink this water though because it tastes like rubber. Very nasty. We even tried using a super duper RV filter thingy that attaches to hoses, still disgusting! The hose is used for filling up the buckets to wash dishes, cold showers, watering the garden and filling the kiddy pool. On occasion it is also used for rinsing veggies or random things that fall on the ground and get dirty. I also have a sink, which, going with the "map" theme here would be halfway between the "refrigerator" and the "stove" (aka- coolers and grill). The faucet is very low though, and it's hard to fill things with it. Usually we have to fill a bottle, and then use that bottle to fill other things. We can rinse veggies in the sink, most times, but there is no real counter. The kids usually rinse the veggies, one at a time, and bring it to me. It keeps them busy anyway. The 3rd water source comes from the sink, but we store it in bottles in the camper. This is AJ's job. I use the sinks to rinse veggies or my hands, but I have to pour the water from the bottle because when we hooked up the hose to the camper we got serious leakage under the camper. It was dripping everywhere. It was very hard to see where it was coming from too, so we gave up, figuring it was better for Josh to spend his time fixing the house, rather than the camper.
And there you have it. :) I get my exercise for sure!
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Flies & More Flies
Day 21
I can not even begin to imagine what it would have been like in Egypt during the plague of flies, but I can believe that it was complete torment. We have successfully managed to keep the mosquitoes and biting flies at bay. There are a few random bites, but nothing like when we first moved out here. The one thing we have NOT conquered is the fly! The common ole' house fly!
We have been tempted to buy one of those screened in pop up gazebo type things. They just love to be around us when we are eating, which I would take as a compliment to my cooking if I didn't see them swarm around fecal matter and other such things!
They quite frequently find their way into the camper as well. The door system to get into the camper is not the best. And with that and the 4 children I have under the age of 8, you can see why. These flies are persistent little buggers! Bugs are gross. Yeah, we all know that, but it is convenient that most bugs stay out of eye sight. But these flies seem to find enjoyment in tormenting the human race, or at least my FACE!
A few days ago, I piled the left over food from our breakfast meal onto a plate, and I set it aside to go inside to look for something to put it in. At home I did this often, with no problem. Well, when you cook and eat in the great out doors, this is NOT a good idea. I repeat, NOT a good idea. I came back to the plate not even 5 minutes later to see it COVERED with flies. I mean COVERED! Ugh! I can tell you with conviction that it hasn't happened again, and it WON'T happen again. *shudder*
Well, this morning guess what I awoke to! A fly! That's right. A nasty little fly decided to perch it's nasty little body on MY head, over, and over, and over, and over! NOT COOL! Of course, I wasn't fully conscience at first. It didn't take long. Soon I had littlest A's head and mine under the blanket. I think this is the worst way to wake up. There might be one way that is worse. Maybe Eldest A throwing up on my head, as he is falling out of his bed, and landing on me and the pile of throw up. Yeah, that is the ONLY thing that would be worse. ;)
I can not even begin to imagine what it would have been like in Egypt during the plague of flies, but I can believe that it was complete torment. We have successfully managed to keep the mosquitoes and biting flies at bay. There are a few random bites, but nothing like when we first moved out here. The one thing we have NOT conquered is the fly! The common ole' house fly!
We have been tempted to buy one of those screened in pop up gazebo type things. They just love to be around us when we are eating, which I would take as a compliment to my cooking if I didn't see them swarm around fecal matter and other such things!
They quite frequently find their way into the camper as well. The door system to get into the camper is not the best. And with that and the 4 children I have under the age of 8, you can see why. These flies are persistent little buggers! Bugs are gross. Yeah, we all know that, but it is convenient that most bugs stay out of eye sight. But these flies seem to find enjoyment in tormenting the human race, or at least my FACE!
A few days ago, I piled the left over food from our breakfast meal onto a plate, and I set it aside to go inside to look for something to put it in. At home I did this often, with no problem. Well, when you cook and eat in the great out doors, this is NOT a good idea. I repeat, NOT a good idea. I came back to the plate not even 5 minutes later to see it COVERED with flies. I mean COVERED! Ugh! I can tell you with conviction that it hasn't happened again, and it WON'T happen again. *shudder*
Well, this morning guess what I awoke to! A fly! That's right. A nasty little fly decided to perch it's nasty little body on MY head, over, and over, and over, and over! NOT COOL! Of course, I wasn't fully conscience at first. It didn't take long. Soon I had littlest A's head and mine under the blanket. I think this is the worst way to wake up. There might be one way that is worse. Maybe Eldest A throwing up on my head, as he is falling out of his bed, and landing on me and the pile of throw up. Yeah, that is the ONLY thing that would be worse. ;)
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