Yesterday morning I awoke to CB screaming bloody murder at about 6:30 in the morning. He still gets up at the butt crack of dawn. He had went poops and over flowed the toilet. So he was was in sheer panic mode standing in the bathroom naked holding his clothes in his hands.
For some reason, our toilets just don't flush well. So I only buy the "Charmin Basic" tp. It's soft enough, but breaks down easily. Recently in an attempt to save a little cash and see if our toilets would flush better, I bought some seriously CHEAP tp. Like camping tp in a double roll. I only bought 6 rolls but the stuff has lasted like 6 months. My people are completely frustrated with me because they're saying its like the commercial where the woman throws the roll at her husband. As the roll grazes the side of his head it mows his hair off. They claim its mowing their skin off. I am finally down to the last roll and it flushes no better than the "Basic" so I'll not be buying that anymore.
So at six something in the morning I am cleaning up overflowed toilet water. While I am on my hands and knees doing this CB is continually asking for some chocolate milk.
incredulously...A- !CB! Give me a stinkin break ok? I mean good Lord, you have overflowed the toilet here and I am cleaning this up out of a dead sleep... I don't even have my glasses on and my hips are still in the "I'm getting old, locked up position." Can you give me a dang break??? You know... one morning....JUST ONE, I would like it if you would sleep late. Would it be too much to ask you to sleep in your bed till the rest of us got up and got our wits about us before you started with your daily 10 commandments as the sun is scaring away the moon??? I mean, for real Dude, I would like, JUST ONE morning to have ONE cup of coffee before I had to start running around fulfilling all of your daily dreams....JEEEEZ!!
CB, still standing there naked holding his clothes, his tanned little body, white little fanny, messy white blond bedtime hair, and reddened face with panic tears.......
- WELL! How would like if your little boy was sucked down into the toilet??!!!
I start laughing cause he is serious. Maysie, who is supposed to be sleeping in her near by bedroom, starts snickering and so does Sky...
CB get ticked cause we are all laughing and starts crying. This makes it a bit more deliriously funny.
All this to say he just woke up and it's 8:00 on the dot. This was a gift from God to me.
We've had the discussion once at my moms about, "Why is that little boys always have to take ALLLLLL of their clothes off to go poops." It was a lively discussion that concluded that its just something that little boys do...my brother added that he still does it. Which led to him revealing that he was just at work the other day with all of his clothes piled in the floor taking a poops break. He was just kidding of course but the mental images were great.
In a nut shell I'm at 180.2 now. I can be 179.4 on a good day but as soon as I start thinking and filling my mind with thoughts of the day I instantly weigh 180 to 182. BUT hitting the 170's number has encouraged me to keep going. 30 pounds lost, 30 more to go...
I got a part time job as the church custodian working around 20 hours a week. Some weeks more, like last week, because of VBS...grass galore and sloshy, spilled drinks in places people shouldn't be drinking in a church. Some weeks less because getting caught up can be awesome maintenance. It's good pay for something I can be really good at. Cause what mom can't clean up some crap......literally. I feel good when the church is clean. I mean I can stand back and see the fruit of my labor. I feel good to have done something for God's house. To get paid for doing it is a gift.
D's question now is, "When are you going to clean our house?" The answer from me is, "When are you gonna pay me?" ......tis all just joking and what not but seriously, cleaning my house now doesn't seem such an impossible job.
I have the whole summer to figure out my time management. I thought I would actually have this figured out by now, by alas I have not. Really, I know if I just get my butt up by 5:00 and put the hours in till about 9 or 10:00 about 3 or 4 days a week & then hit an afternoon before Sunday for a final once over, it's all cake. But I just want to sleep in....or at least till I have to start filling CB's 10 commandments.
It would be easy to say, well I will just send the kids to school. Then I could work out and do the church job. My working out has taken a back seat for sure. I am still squeezing in at least once a week...I am shooting for two this week. I count all my vacuuming and cleaning as aerobic, cause no lie some days my dang arms are sore. I do sweat most days when I clean too.
Sending the kids to school though...would surely not be God's will. I have not prayed about that at all. I know God would not want me to sacrifice all we have accomplished for the sake of money and for the sake of my self satisfaction. The job and the fitness center are surely things that please me. While I believe God will bless both of those if done in the right spirit, I fully believe He could make those things miserable if done for my self and not to bring him glory. Neglecting the one thing I know He has called me to do would not be a good thing.
I have been out of the will of God before and it's not fun...AT ALL. So I have to be careful when thinking and tending to my children's education. The outside chatter filling my ears must be shut down and prayed over, not carelessly tossed about as if it were a coat I put on and take off at will.
Things to cover when CB sleeps late again:
1. How to stop thumb sucking 101...and the hairy thumb doesn't work, and some other stuff that don't work...but we're trying something knew...
2. Church stuff in general
3. Some funny stuff I have written down that hasn't made the blog
4. Maysie's sinus surgery and the book she is writing for school
5. How to make the most of 24 hours in a day effortlessly :oP
6. Sharpie, Painting, Photography stuff
7. learning to be content 101 :o/
8. girlfriends and such...
9. wasp chasing and bruises....
...and not necessarily in this order.