Tuesday, February 13, 2007
They cancelled playgroup today because three idiots crashed their car into the local Target in an attempt to steal their ATM machine. The cops came and a chase ensued, resulting in a car accident near the same exit as our church building. The bad guys abandoned their car and set off on foot, trying to escape the cops. So, when it was time for playgroup, the church was surrounded by cops looking for three armed men. We decided a church building full of women and very small children with three armed psychos on the loose in the same neighborhood wasn't a good idea and cancelled it altogether. Now I'm just thinking the Relief Society needs to organize an Enrichment meeting and title it "What kind of gun should I buy and how do I use it to protect my family in these Latter Days?" I'm seriously thinking of getting one. A little pink one to match my new pink Razor phone. Either that or a pink taser. I just don't know. . . .
The rest of the day went alright. My friend Cami, and her two boys came over to play and the boys all got along pretty well. Then my other friend, Cleo came by and held the twins while Denver and I spent some much needed quality time together making sugar cookies. Of course, after the dough was all made I discovered huge lumps of what looked like dried up playdough mixed in and had to spend several minutes rolling out the dough and picking out the lumps. . . you know, cause juggling three babies and making cookies with a four year old isn't complicated enough.
And the oil man came and delivered oil, so we won't freeze to death should the predicted Noreaster blow through here tonight. That's a good thing, even if it did sink us almost $600.00. Last week I checked the tank to see how much fuel we had left and it still said we had 3/4 of a tank. I knocked on the tank because sometimes the gauge gets stuck and gives us a false reading, but no. . . it still said 3/4 of a tank. "Wow!" I thought. "We really have had a mild winter. Maybe we won't have to fill the tank until next Fall--wouldn't that be ncie?" And then I twisted the gauge a little and it dropped from 3/4 of a tank to empty in two seconds flat and I knew God hated me. But luckily Mark got an added bonus in his paycheck this week and it was just enough to cover the added cost of fuel this month. . .maybe God doesn't hate us so much afterall.
 Then I tried making this Valentine card with the boys for their teachers tomorrow. It looked simple enough but I just couldn't figure out how to get it to work. The directions were vague and with all six kids trying to help, I was getting frustrated. All I wanted to do was make a fun Valentine's craft with the boys but-- Caleb was sitting on the table grabbing everything and the twins were crying and Hunter was starving to death and Noah couldn't weave his strips of paper right and I couldn't understand the directions and aaarrrggghh! Then I figured out what to do and that we shouldn't have glued the strips of paper to the card. So we had to start over. And then, I figured out that permanent marker soaked through the cardstock and ruined the card. So we had to start over. And finally we got it to work. And it turned out awesome, especially seeing Noah's face when he made it work and he how thrilled he was with the final product.
So we had dinner and it turned out pretty tasty and bedtime was uneventful and I got the boys' Valentine's set out and decorated the kitchen for tomorrow's Love Fest and settled down to eat some chocolate and cuddle babies when Caleb started crying and I ran up to check on him only to discover the most disgusting, most potent barf all over his crib and body, head to toe. So I threw him in the bath and cleaned up the mess and cuddled him up and tucked him back in bed and returned to my chocolate and. . .barf! So I cleaned him up again and this time I took him downstairs with me and we just spent the past two hours sitting on the couch with my friend, Darlene, catching barf every fifteen minutes or so. He finally fell asleep but now, I can't sleep. I just know, as soon as my head hits the pillow he'll start crying again or the babies will wake up and want to nurse or someone else will barf or Noah will wake up for the millionth time tonight to inform me that it still isn't snowing. And I'll toss and turn all night hoping for snow and a school cancellation so I don't have to get up at the crack of dawn even though deep down I know it's so totally not going to snow here and I'm still going to have to get up in five hours and get the boys ready for school.
But despite the lumps in my flour and the gouge in my bank account and the crazy Valentine card and the barf, I feel really blessed. The cookies still taste good and we're gonna have so much fun decorating them tomorrow and Denver was sure proud of his cookies. And the boys have some great Valentines to share with their teachers tomorrow. And I have some really, really wonderful friends so that even though Mark is gone, I'm not alone and I'm not afraid and I don't have to deal with all of this craziness by myself. And we have money in the bank and fuel in the tank and a roof over our heads and lots of lovin' for tomorrow's Love Fest. Now I just need some sleep--do I even dare try?
posted by Shana # 11:44 PM 
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