It must have been the exhaustion causing delusions of...well, i don't know exactly what, but delusions never the less. I rolled out of bed thinking this would be a good day to take it easy...and for some it was. Next thing I know I am peeling apples for a crock pot granola apple crisp. Sorry, no pictures today. My hands seemed to be filled all day long. I could not peel fast enough for my little chickadees. Then, the real test came. My mommy called. Yes, you read that right. I was the juggling act in our little circus...peeling apples, keeping little fingers (and noses that just had to sniff the apple air) far enough away so as not to get peeled along with the apples, and the cell phone held up to my ear by the handy shoulder. Shoulders really are a mommas extra hand...you all did know that, right? Crock pot filled and set, lovely conversation done. I must add that great minds do think alike...daughter making a granola apple crisp and dear mother was in the process of making apple dumplings for her man...aka: daddy.
So, now you are thinking it is time for the school bell to ring. Well, it did...kind of, sort of. Ladybug was set to work on some corrections and AWANAS, the two littlest men were set to play, and Big Brother and I set ourselves to some yard work. Who am I kidding...a TON of yard work. I won't give you a detailed list, but lets just say that each key I press causes pain for my fingers.
If you are thinking school was a total bust today I would have to argue with you. Ladybug completed all her corrections without needing to be monitored. Jay Bird and Wooly Sheep did an excellent job entertaining each other and practicing the fine art of getting along. This is a skill that is often hard for adults so I must commend them on a fine job because I did not have to referee one argument. Although, there was Great Dane incident. Imagine, will you, one Jay Bird who thinks mom is in the front yard, but who is really in the back. He opens the door to call for her. Here is where I will add that he has been given specific instructions not to open said door and there was a window opened next to that same said door he could have looked and even called out. Now picture that aforementioned Great Dane spots door opened with just a wee bit of a blockade to get by. The mom, who as we have previously concluded is in the backyard, hears a loud "NO OSCAR" and knows instantly she must give chase.
We have had these bonding moments before. There was the Great Thanksgiving Day Race. This is the one where Major Dad had left early to help set up and serve soldiers on base, the grandparents were still snug in bed, mom is preparing the feast, in her pj's and flip flops I might add, and the kiddos were playing. Well, all but one little Wooly Sheep who decided to open the front door and let Oscar out for a run. I will leave the rest to your imagination. And yes, we live in a suburban neighborhood. I'm sure I gave some on our street a great story they share with their loved ones or anyone with a set of ears.
Are you all waiting for a better story than the Great Thanksgiving Day Race? Well, you are going to be greatly disappointed. I grabbed the leash, gave the don't step out the door lecture to Jay Bird and found our neighbor, who was finishing up his front yard renovations, calling Oscar back...and he actually listened. "Good Boy, Oscar!"
We also had an impromptu nature study. Earlier, I had Big Brother hang a quilt I keep draped over an antique chair on the clothesline to air out. Later, I rotated it lengthwise so it would not touch the ground. Before going in for the night I had him help me fold in up. As we were lifting it from the line Ladybug's eyes grew big as she tells us of a BIG spider on the back side. Big Brother and I take a look and she was correct. A huge Black Widow had been resting under there. How Big Brother or I never found ourselves in a precarious position I will never question. I just thank our Lord for protection.
I leave you again, blessedly exhausted and thankful.
jenny
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