Monday, April 7, 2008

*Sigh.*

I should know better than to put conditions on a prayer.

Today I let my kids be my alarm clock. I'm still a bit weak from the nasty flu I had, twice. On Saturday we spent the day between General Conference and hauling all the branches from the December ice storm from our back yard to our front yard, before the final sweep of the city picking up branches. James is in the later stages of recovery from the flu, and it wore him out so much that he slept most of the day yesterday. Thank goodness for Conference archives!

Because James slept so much, I had to remain semi-coherent for the children. I was so exhausted that that's why I slept in.

I woke to the usual, "MOM!!! Professor's hurting me!" "MOM!!!! Can I have some brownies?" (I'm ashamed to say that I told them to go ahead.) "MOOOM!!!!!!! Did you stealed my clothes I wored yesterday?!?!" (Said in a very mad, accusing voice by Bugaboo.) "No, I did not steal your clothes. I washed them." You get the picture.

So, before I hauled myself out of bed I offered up a silent prayer. I prayed for patience, but let Him know that I didn't need extra opportunities to be patient today. I should know better.

Not 20 minutes later after I consumed the last brownie and fed the children their cereal, I told them to behave and went in the bathroom to take a shower. Before I even got the water running I heard Bugaboo crying. I opened the door, came out into the hall as he was approaching, and asked, "What's the matter?" "Professor DIED!" He ran down the hall and into his room. Professor was laughing at the table. "I pretended I was dead and it scared him," he managed to get out between laughs. I lost it. Yes, I yelled. "STOP IT RIGHT NOW! I CAN'T EVEN BE GONE FOR ONE MINUTE BEFORE YOU START THIS NONSENSE! THAT'S EVIL!!!!!!!"

I marched back to the bathroom and took my shower. From inside my watery sanctuary I heard the kids outside. I had told them not to go outside until we had done our schoolwork. Of course, they managed to get back inside before I got out of the bathroom. Is it any wonder that I rarely get to shave my legs during the week? Those few minutes can mean the difference between life and death for those kids.

I have to say to God, with all due respect, I do not find this funny at all. I have to go now, Princess just bonked her head on the table.

5 comments:

Kimberly said...

Oh hun, I'm having a similar kind of day.

The pretending to die thing though? So funny and yes, so evil. Gah!

Michal said...

i shouldn't be laughing. but from the outside it is funny.

i'm glad that he was only pretending. i guess kids need us to teach them how far is too far to go with a joke.

mindyluwho said...

I'm laughing and crying for you at the same time! So sorry you have had such a rotten couple of weeks. I had the flu last week and today was supposed to start off with me going to the gym after picking up my older kids from Seminary. Well, they slept in and so did I. So much for good intentions!

Hope your week gets better. It's so good to hear from you again!

Mamita said...

I love kids. They are annoying and funny and ridiculous and lovely and crazy and enduring and just plain nuts! Mine drive me crazy everyday.

elasticwaistbandlady said...

The 24-hour flu has been cycling through all my kids since last week.

It's gross. Yet I'm so very thankful that all my kids can use the toilet and I don't have to clean up messes or station buckets around for emergency hurling.