Just when you think you don't have anything left. . .

Just when you think you don't have anything left to give anyone your little comes to you in the middle of the night and says;"Mommy I threw up."  You get up groggy eyed and don't even realize your child is standing there in the buff.  When you ask what happened your eyes finally come into focus and you realize your little is covered in puke and it hits you.  You go in to "Mom mode"  you get your child cleaned up and clean clothes to put on.  Then you go for the bedroom and wonder what will I find.   You make that march up the stairs in full battle gear, you know what I am talking about.  The paper towes, garbage bags, cleaner, ect. . .  I start the cleaning process and get the sheets ready for the laundry unfortunately this time we have two casualties of the night, a beloved black and white stuffed doggie and a red valentines bear.   How will I explain their disappearance?  Maybe he won't ask?  Fat chance, that child may not remember his book bag but he knows every stuffed animal in his room.  Once all the bedding is off and in the laundry you realize the matress also has issues, so down the stairs we go and out the front door with the matress at 2am.
Now your little one is comfortable on the couch with a trash can and beach towel beside him.  You go back and try to get some sleep.   You jerk awake by the sound of, "Maaaahaaam  I am sick again."  You jump up and run to the aid of your sick child hoping that they made it to the bathroom.  This time he makes it.   You repeat this routine several more times before sun up. 
Just when you think you have nothing left to give, God steps in and shares his grace.  He is the one that trapes up and down the stairs with you as you do that laundry all night long.  He is the one that is there with you on your hands and knees as you clean the floor where your sick little one just did not make it to the potty.   He is the one that comforts you and gives you the strength you need when you feel you just can't do anymore. 

Survived the Week

I survived this week.  I don't think I want to work that many days with the Middle School.  I am sure I do not want to work on Friday.  There must have been something in the air on Friday the kids were crazy!  Not just the class that I had but all of them.  I spoke to several teachers that said their kids were crazy too.   I am obviously not cut out for the free roaming arts and craft classes.   Maybe it is March Madness?  Of course I am not sure the kids I had were that in to basketball.  It could be some other sort of madness.  I did not have as much trouble out of the Exceptional Childrens'(behavior challenged and learning disabled) classses as I did with this art class.  Oddly enough, the EC kids gave me more respect and to me they tried harder to do well.  I have worked in that class several times.  
Working as a substitute has given me new insight into my own children.  I have also gained new appreciation for my own kids.   After working with these kids, my kids are a breeze.  Maybe this is Gods' way of telling me to lighten up on my own kids.  He may also be reminding me to appreciate what I have too.  I guess we all need those reminders from time to time. 

Kids today ?

Yeah, that makes me sound a hundred years old.   I have been substituting at the Middle School this week for an art teacher.  Those that know me, know I have no artistic talent.  But, when the school calls you go.  So I have been teaching the art class for three days and today will be my last.  I have 6th-8th grades and I only do three classes.  You would think raising my two I could handle anything?  The 8th graders think they are above it all,  the 7th graders are testing the waters, and the 6th graders have more attititude than should be allowed. 
Kids have always been hard on Subs but I think these kids are like this for the teacher too.  The 8th graders threw markers and paper at the sub before me.  I was warned about them ahead of time.  So as soon as they came in I told them there would be none of that.  Luckily I had had most of them in other classes before.   They knew from previous experience that I had no tolerance for that behavior.  I walked through the room with a yard stick(yeah I know I could not use it on them but I felt safer) and I did not leave my back to them either.  The 7th graders are just seeing what they can get away with.  They tried everything to get out of doing their work.  The 6th graders still think they are the big fish in the little pond.  What they don't realize is that they are the little fish in the big pond.  I don't think they have adjusted to being that little fish.  The girls I think are the worst.  So much attitude for such a young person.  I am so thankful I have boys.  I thank the good Lord above every day for giving me my boys.  I don't think I could handle all the drama that comes along with girls.  Those that have girls, bless you, you know what I mean;  the sighing , the eye rolling, the head shaking, ect. . .

Lost Tooth

Thomas finally lost his first tooth on Sunday at Church during lunch.  Those that know Thomas know he is a bit dramatic.  Sunday was no exception.  He bit down on, of all things a brownie, and his tooth went sideways.  It started to bleed a little and then came the crying and tears.  I told him to go to the restroom and I would help him get it out.  It was holding on by a thread.  Our fellowship building is small and the restroom is right off the dining area so I am sure everyone heard the battle.  He was not to upset till he looked in the mirror and saw the blood on his lip.  It was merely a pin point of blood but you would have thought he had seen a river of blood.  Of course the spit mixed with the blood so it appeared much more than it was.

So I washed my hands and pulled him away from the mirror so that I could see what I was doing.  It was laying sideways in his mouth.  I reached in gently and plucked it out.  His eyes got real big and he looked in the mirror and by this time there was a little more blood.  I went and got him a cup to rinse his mouth out.  He got cleaned up and came out to tell everyone about the drama.  He could not wait to tell his teacher the next day.  I think he was the only one that had not lost a tooth yet in his class.

The Tooth Fairy was working over-time at our house.  Jack had lost a tooth the day before.  Jack is loosing his molars now.  Jack worried this tooth out.

The New Dryer. . .

We bought a new dryer.  It is amazing the things I get excited about these days.  New bedroom decor and new dryer. . .  Who would have thougt it?  So I get my new dryer yesterday and it is nice.  The old one I think was operated by little mice running on a wheel.  I could only use low heat and most loads had to be on for at the least an hour.  So this new dryer was supposed to be energy efficient and quick ect. . .
So I did several loads of laundry yesterday and Mark comes home to check it out and the door will not shut.  I have opened and closed this thing all day and now it will not stay shut.   It is now almost 6pm and I call the store to tell them of the defect and the fact I have only had the dryer for less than twelve hours.  The young man on the other end says, "You will have to call them in the morning and talk to the delivery crew so they can come out and fix it.  You will need to call them before 7am."   So I agreed.  This morning I tried to call at 6:45am and guess what?  The answering service comes on and says, "Store hours are 7am -" and that is when I hung up.  So why would a sales person tell me to call before the store even begins to answer the phone.  Is this some kind of cruel joke on me?  I did call back and finally did get a live person and they said we be there and then hung up.  I have no idea when they will be here.  So here I sit trapped until the folks come to   "FIX"  my brand new dryer.  
I don't think I would be this aggrivated except this is not the first time this has happened with this National store.  When we moved in this house we bought our refrigerator from them and right out of the box it did not work.  I went through three refridgerators before I got one that worked.  I bought my washer from them also it worked for a week then it stopped working.  I had not even received a bill on it before it broke.  You would think I would have learned my lesson but I gave them another shot.  This is a minor problem but I still have a very expensive appliance I am paying for that I cannot use.  I am sure this is some sort of test.  I don't think I am going to pass either.

The Bedroom

I found my bedroom comforter last night.  Yeah!!   It is really pretty.  It is an ocean blue with cherry blossoms embordered on it.  The thing came with decorative pillows, pillow shams, curtins, a valance,sheets, and a dust ruffle.  I am so excited.  I put my curtins up today and I am going to donate my other ones to Goodwill.  They are really pretty but Mark said there was no reason to hang on to them.  Me, I am a pack rat, I hold on to everything.  I have two old comforters up in my closet that went on our Queen sized bed at our old house.   I am afraid if I get rid of something I might need it later down the road.  So I hold on to everything. 
I am really excited about my comforter, how sad is that, I have  no life except for my kids and the occassional chance at re-decorating the house.  Oh well.  I think the comforter has an Oriental theme to it.  I may use that throughout my bedroom and maybe add some wall decor  with that theme.  Once it is all done I will take some pictures and post them.

Re-Decorating. . .

I guess Mark is feeling sorry for me, he has given me free rein to redo our bedroom.   He told me this morning that he wanted a new comforter and I told him if we get a new comforter we needed new curtins too.  He said that was fine he was ready to redo the bedroom.  How cool is that?  I think he just wanted me to be able to get out of the house.  He felt I needed a project. This is an event let me tell you.   Mark is not a free wheeling spender.  His sister still swears that he has the money people gave him for his High School Graduation.   I guess that is what makes us so good together.  He is the tight one and I am the free spender, well sometimes anyway.   So here I go.  That is going to be on my list this next week to find a new comforter and curtins for the bedroom. 
Wonder what he would think about RED?  Red is my favorite color.  Of course I was reading somewhere that red made you want to eat.  Maybe I should stay away from red.   I saw a beautiful quilt type comforter in a magazine the other day.  It was made to look like a patch work quilt and was done in Wiliamsburg blue and white.   We have a beautiful poster framed in our bedroom that has blue in it.  It is a poster of the Split Rock Light House in Minnesota.  That was our first trip together after we were engaged.  Mark was the bestman in his best friends wedding in Minnesota.  The held their reception at a park at the Split Rock Light House.  I would love to decorate and be able to keep that poster in the bedroom.
My dear husband he worries over me so.