I have so much crap to do. So, naturally, I decide to spend some time blogging. I love procrastinating a little too much. Here’s the run down of the next couple of weeks:
I’m having a yard sale tomorrow.
I’m speaking in church on Sunday.
I’m taking Kyle to the doc on Wed. to hopefully find out whether or not he is really having migraines.
I’m buying a house on Thursday.
I’m teaching the lesson in church the following Sunday.
My Mom gets into town the day after.
My precious girl is turning 7 on Tuesday the 25th.
And then I’m moving the next week. Which includes a lot of manual labor I’m not looking forward to.
So, of course. Blogging right now makes the most sense doesn’t it?
And, since procrastination is so fun, I took my kids to the park this morning instead of packing or cleaning, or calling some guy to move my stuff who is most likely going to rip me off, or calling for carpet estimates, or calling to change utilities, or….
Today is so beautiful I just can hardly stand it. So, the park was definitely a necessity. And while there, my kids played happily. After a moment, I realized I didn’t know where Avery was. Then I found her.
Yes. She stood there for I swear like 10 minutes reading the park rules. She declared to her brother that it definitely was NOT allowed to climb up the slides. Funny. I guess it’s no surprise that I’m raising rule-followers, since I’m a ridiculous rule-follower.
Right before she decided to read all the rules, she came up to me and told me some boys were “hurting her feelings really bad”. I asked why and she said it was because she and Kyle were trying to climb up the slide.
M: Well, were there any kids trying to go down? Because you shouldn’t climb up when someone is trying to go down.
A: No. They just were standing by the slide and spit at me because I was climbing up. They told me that I wasn’t allowed to do that.
M: What did you say?
A: I said that I could if I wanted to.
M: Good. And what did they say?
A: They just said that I couldn’t do that because they were in charge.
M: Well, next time you just tell them that they are not the boss of you. Your Mom is.
She smiled like, “I never thought of that!” I don’t want my kids to be bullies, but I definitely think they need a little more of a backbone. I mean, they are reading the official playground rules for crying out loud.
And, I realized while at the park that I’m grateful for my sweet little angels. There was a kid there that was playing some sort of shrieking game that was like nails on a chalkboard to me. His scream was like he was being murdered or something, yet he was just playing. I felt for his poor mother who didn’t look up once from her mom pack to see if he was bloody, or had a limb mangled or anything. Which means that the scream I heard was something she must hear all. the. time. Poor woman. My kids’ screams will now sound like music to my ears. So, I guess I should be thankful for that.
Off to pack, clean, or organize something. Have a great weekend. I LOVE having yard sales for the people watching alone. So tomorrow is going to be fun.