Why Can’t I Keep up With These Kids?
OK. I know I said I wouldn’t deviate from the theme of this blog (hearing God’s voice, in case you’re just tuning in)…but let’s be honest, hearing God’s voice can be a heavy topic. I think it’s good every once in a while to take a break from the deep theology, and laugh a little.
If you know me at all, you know how much I love to laugh. But as a stay-at-home Mom, I often find myself laughing AT ME or only WITH ME. As I was laughing alone today, I thought of all of my friends in Blog Land (I think of you all every day!) and I though I’d invite you to laugh with me for a minute before I move on to the next Mommy Task of the day.
First off, two weeks ago, I celebrated my 40th birthday. That’s right.
THE BIG FOUR-OH!
That in and of itself is kind of funny.
OK…now here is the funny part. When we walked into the restaurant, looking very conspicuous with said tiara, balloons and a camera, the waitress approached our table, looked me up and down, stared at the tiara for about five seconds…and said (without an ounce of emotion in her voice),
As if customers come into Toast On Market every day in tiaras.
I don’t know…I just found that to be hilarious. Never once during the entire meal did she acknowledge the obvious birthday going on at our table.
Well, maybe you had to be there. But hopefully you’ll laugh (or cry) with me about this one…
My house is a mess. Literally. I hate it this way, but I just can’t seem to get on top of things. Feeling like a less-than-adequate house keeper, I spent the last two hours cleaning this:
That’s my CLEAN master bedroom . It seriously took me two hours to clean both of those rooms, just to let you know how dirty they were.
While I was cleaning those rooms, Elliana (my one-year-old) was doing this:
That is my Used-to-be-clean-but-now-destroyed-Great Room. Sigh……..
So why can’t I keep up with the messy house? Mystery solved. I can hear all of you older and wiser moms out there telling me that some day the kids will all grow up and I’ll miss this mess. I promise to eat my words if I have to, but I hereby proclaim, yea from the mountain tops of crumpled newspapers, pillows and toys:
I will miss my children greatly. I will miss how cute they were when they were little. But I, Sandy Cooper, will NOT miss having a messy house! I will bask in all it’s dusted and vacuumed glory. I will roll on kitchen floors, mopped squeaky clean. I will leap for joy through living rooms, bedrooms and bathrooms left exactly how I walked out of them, only moments prior. No, I declare this day, I will NOT miss having a messy house.
Boy, that felt good.
And finally, I just thought this picture was so funny. This is what my daughter Rebekah did on one particularly boring summer day. Never let it be said that the Cooper children lack imagination.
Those are pencil erasers stuck to her face. Oh dear. Can you just hear her thinking to herself, “I wonder what would happen if I squeezed this and stuck it to my face?”
Remeber, God says laughter is good like medicine…and the joy of the Lord is your strength!
I’ll post a “real” entry in a few days. Until then, enjoy your day, even if you get a cranky waitress or your house is a mess.
Blessings and joy to you!
Thanks I needed a good laugh!!! What a week!!!
I can totally relate to what I won’t miss — the mess and constant cleaning up!!!
And the tiara — priceless!! I can’t believe the waitress was so “dry” — did she at least sing happy birthday?
No apologizes on the break from the usual routine. I loved the stories!
Don’t feel too bad about a messy house. I think all REAL mothers have messy houses. I can’t remember a single home with children that I’ve been to that is “mess free”, outside the special event circumstance. Even then I think the mess is just re-located under beds, in closets, etc… (my rational so I don’t feel bad! :o)
I look forward to the “real” post. I always gain so much from your work on the deep stuff!
Happy 40 , Sandy.
You make 40 look great !!!