I had grandiose plans to make amazing Christmas crafts for art class, bake cookies from scratch while teaching the kids how to properly measure and mix (math and science?) ingredients and help the children memorize scripture and the words to our favorite carols (since Xena thinks every line of "Away in a Manger" is "the little Lord Jesus lay down where He lay"). The ingredients for the cookies are still at the store and every line to "Away in a Manger" is still as stated above! Christmas craft? Is "hmmph" spelled with two "m"s or three?
All that aside, at least I could get the pictures done. Here is where Murphy sticks his nose in...
Seeing that there are only 15 (gasp!) days left until the 25th I figured tomorrow better be the day we get our Christmas card picture taken, uploaded and created. So what happens today? K.Z. went to a birthday party at a huge play place and while running managed to give himself a slight black eye. Tonight Xena complained that her chin hurt and when I looked, it was red and chapped. At least the picture will really represent what the kids look like! I am just waiting for C'sa to fall down and get the normal black bruise on her forehead. The Addams Family portrait would be complete!
It has taken me close to 32 years (I am 32) to fully appreciate all the effort my mother put into Christmas when I was a child. The Christmas spirit was live and thriving in our house every year without a touch of visible stress. That's all I want to recreate and every year it seems to get farther from my grasp! So to try and get back that Christmas vibe I always had as a kid I popped in some Nat King Cole singing Christmas songs (it always takes me right back) and stopped to think about what it all really means.
K.Z. is a confident swimmer. No expert at all, but he grew up swimming in my mom's pool and is not scared of the water. Give the boy some floaties or a kick board and he would swim across the English Channel. So I had no qualms whatsoever about sending him along to this party until he said, and I quote...
"I packed my goggles so I can't drown".
***Geocaching is finding hidden caches in your area planted by others using specified coordinates programmed into a GPS.***
Last night we literally scarfed down dinner the minute Mr. Clean came in the door to try and uncover a cache (treasure hunting is what the kids call it) before the sun went down. Being novices we picked ("we" being Mr. Clean ) for our very first treasure hunt, a micro cache. Micro is exactly what it sounds like. Our first geocache outing was unsuccessful as we did not find our treasure!
Not ones to be defeated, Mr. Clean promptly came home and looked up the success rate for the cache he picked. No one found it on the first try! So this weekend I think we should start out finding a cache the size of, I don't know, Vermont? At least the kids would not go away empty handed and disheartened!
Last night I was convinced that I was going to bound out of bed (complete with birds singing on the windowsill to welcome me to my day), exercise, jump in the shower and have bright and shiny scrubbed children (and dressed) ready for a hearty breakfast and a great school morning.
.....Now back to reality.....
I could not sleep at all last night so at 2 am I took an over the counter sleep aid (Wal-Mart brands rock, by the way!) not thinking about the time and how long the effects would last. Needless to say, I was not bouncing out of bed when the alarm went off! After getting through the Wal-Mart induced fog I was lucky to remember my kids names. So it is now 11:35 am, no one is dressed except me nor scrubbed and shiny (including me, I am just lucky to be dressed).
So far today the "Z-man" (ds age "almost 6") has done one sheet of LA and played Reader Rabbit games on the computer. That counts as school in my book!! "Xena" (dd age 4) did one page of LA and wandered off to watch Disney's version of Robin Hood. Not quite the classic, but historical, no? "C'sa" (dd age 2) has been playing with Play-Doh and watching her brother on the computer.
Mommy... still kind of in the fog! More later once the haze has cleared!
Today ends what has been a very long, physically and emotionally tiring week. Three deaths were prominent in our world this week, yet we did not personally know any of the decedents.
The first was the service and funeral of Marine Captain Bryan Willard who was a good friend and college mate of two of our dear friends. The second was the death of Karl Marvin who was burned in an explosion and subsequently died from his injuries. He was the brother-in-law of a fellow church member and sister in Christ. The third was the unexpected death of Melissa "Missey" Gray, an amazing member of the homeschool community and young mother of five beautiful children. She died after complications from a c-section delivering her fifth child.
These three people reminded me just how fragile our lives really are, yet there is such a glory and peace in knowing that our lives are not just our own. The Great Physician is in control and was in control with all three of these situations. He knew them before they were even formed in the womb (Jeremiah 1:5) and their lives were special and important to Him.
It stunned me how hard these three deaths affected me. Maybe because they were right in a row. Maybe because I knew someone who was suffering because of the loss. This is a feeling you never want again, but a feeling you almost need to hold on to a little bit, simply to remember someone is dealing with it everyday... somewhere.
The biggest realization for me this week was the fact that we are to love one another above ourselves and I have not been really good at doing just that. Maybe that is why this has been such a tough week. I felt pain for people that I am supposed to love, even though we have never had the privilege to meet.
Have a wonderful weekend,