To document this day, or not to document this day: that is the question...
My kids are night owls. Obviously I am as well, but I have to admit that without Dennis here to reign it all in a little, it's gotten out of hand. You see, when your kids push the line of 2am, then if you want to get things done without them, you need to stay up until 5am. You can see how this becomes a bad, bad situation. So tonight, I'm happy to say that at least everyone is in bed right now (10:30) even though nobody is asleep yet. I have warned them that I will be waking them up to pick canola in the morning... But being silly farm kids, this got them more excited. Then they kept talking about how they just love picking canola. We'll see how well they do in the morning!
But what am I debating about remembering or just trying to forget? I hadn't planned on taking all 5 of them to the well child appointments I made for Holden and Christian. It was only going to be the boys and me. Well, scratch that. The girls ended up having to come with too. Did I mention it was also 90 degrees and my air isn't working well? Uff. So we made it to the clinic- 1.5 hours- a.k.a. 90 minutes of hell... We were running a little "late," (you know how you're supposed to be 15 minutes early to register- well we were only 5 minutes ahead) so I told the kids through clenched teeth that everybody better get out of the van without talking or touching each other and sit nicely while I registered. Oh the dreaded stares. In case you don't know what I'm referring to- it's the, "Why is this lady bringing 5 kids to an appointment where the room is about the size of a small bathroom?" looks from every other mother with only 1 or 2 children with them. This is precisely the reason I made sure everyone was looking their best, without going too over the top like we were going to a Christmas concert or something.
Expectations... yes, I have them, but yes, I base them off of what I think everyone else is expecting. Well, that's not entirely true. I actually know what some people are thinking because they make comments out loud or point or even *insert gasp here* count us! Isn't it amazing how some people can count to five so easily?! Anyway- so I stress myself out trying to make sure that nobody is giving anybody else anything more to judge us by... I know I have to stop that. It's not fair to the kids and quite frankly, it's seriously too hard on me. I start wondering if it'd just be easier to never ever go out with all of the kids at the same time and that's not fair to them either. Then I envision if Dennis were out with all of them by himself... First of all, he doesn't give a rats butt if anyone else is looking. And he would bring them all out looking like rats and just think they were adorable and that everyone else must be feeling the same way. Uff- there's gotta be a middle ground and I need to get there.
I'll spare you all the details of the over 2 hours at the clinic, but let's just say if you were a fly on the wall today, I think you may have agreed to give me some sort of award for everyone making it home happy. And thank the Lord the next appointment is scheduled when the older 4 will be in school.
But what am I debating about remembering or just trying to forget? I hadn't planned on taking all 5 of them to the well child appointments I made for Holden and Christian. It was only going to be the boys and me. Well, scratch that. The girls ended up having to come with too. Did I mention it was also 90 degrees and my air isn't working well? Uff. So we made it to the clinic- 1.5 hours- a.k.a. 90 minutes of hell... We were running a little "late," (you know how you're supposed to be 15 minutes early to register- well we were only 5 minutes ahead) so I told the kids through clenched teeth that everybody better get out of the van without talking or touching each other and sit nicely while I registered. Oh the dreaded stares. In case you don't know what I'm referring to- it's the, "Why is this lady bringing 5 kids to an appointment where the room is about the size of a small bathroom?" looks from every other mother with only 1 or 2 children with them. This is precisely the reason I made sure everyone was looking their best, without going too over the top like we were going to a Christmas concert or something.
Expectations... yes, I have them, but yes, I base them off of what I think everyone else is expecting. Well, that's not entirely true. I actually know what some people are thinking because they make comments out loud or point or even *insert gasp here* count us! Isn't it amazing how some people can count to five so easily?! Anyway- so I stress myself out trying to make sure that nobody is giving anybody else anything more to judge us by... I know I have to stop that. It's not fair to the kids and quite frankly, it's seriously too hard on me. I start wondering if it'd just be easier to never ever go out with all of the kids at the same time and that's not fair to them either. Then I envision if Dennis were out with all of them by himself... First of all, he doesn't give a rats butt if anyone else is looking. And he would bring them all out looking like rats and just think they were adorable and that everyone else must be feeling the same way. Uff- there's gotta be a middle ground and I need to get there.
I'll spare you all the details of the over 2 hours at the clinic, but let's just say if you were a fly on the wall today, I think you may have agreed to give me some sort of award for everyone making it home happy. And thank the Lord the next appointment is scheduled when the older 4 will be in school.
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