Broken Hands Suck!

Especially if the broken hand is the one you use to hold the baby, butter toast, cut vegetables, brush your daughter's hair, not to mention your own hair and your teeth, zip zippers, draw, paint and wipe with.  Seriously -- Hope my bone heals quickly!

Drawing of me with a busted hand done by me with pen wedged into my splint and my undertrained left hand.  This could be an interesting month.

Progress?

You might remember that in January of 2009 I posted the following... 

Sometimes I wonder why we bother...

Then I notice at least one child is listening... maybe the other two will when they get older.

Well, our family scripture study is never very peaceful, but last night felt even more crazy to me than normal.  Once again I became a human jungle gym... Somehow the cat slept through the chaos on my lap, as Trey climbed up and down, and up and down on my shoulders.  Tamsyn fought for space on my lap too, and kept singing "to help Scotty sleep" as she pet him. 

At least Natasha and Jake got something out of it, because I know I didn't hear much more than Jake stopping to ask Tamsyn to quit singing. 

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Well last night this happened...

Tamsyn had Dantley in a fit of giggling, and though it was almost impossible to pay attention to what we were reading the laughter was too cute to get annoyed at, so Natasha and I continued reading anyway.  Supposedly Tamsyn can multitask and listen at the same time she plays with her baby brother...  That is what she claims anyway.  

I have to wonder if in two years we have made any progress?  And one thing comes to my mind... at least I am a bit more patient with the chaos.

Seriously - When will I Learn!?

 

 

Of course you do!

You would think by the third kid I'd have learned enough to ask before I spent an hour 

zipping, buttoning, tightening and fastening.  

Oh well, better now than a frozen load of yellow snow clothes to wash after he comes in.

The Difference between #1 and #4

And the list could go on and on... 

Last Night's Conversation

Ok-- I am not sure what Jake really thought after this conversation... but I think I made a pretty good guess.  

I did end the conversation by telling him that he was above average at pretty much everything but definitely average at making me feel better :)

I know he puts up with a lot and I am glad that he loves me despite all my rants and mediocrity ;)

Happy Valentine's Day Babe!  I love you better than average.

And though this may appear that I am fishing for compliments... really and truly I am not... after I stopped being grumpy I got a laugh out of the craziness of the conversation and I thought everyone could relate to the communication warp that sometimes happens between husbands and wives.

Seriously - I think I know why Smother Rhymes with Brother

It starts with a soft tone of voice and me mustering up as much memory

as I can of parenting books I thought about reading...

Mid-day -- semi-sweet voice...

Afternoon -- Slightly louder and more stern...

By the end of the day...
when flying leaps and gymnastic tricks are involved.

Seriously - Splash goes the Phone

Having my phone fly out of my pocket and into the (thankfully clean) toilet, the same day that Jake was on a plane headed out of town for 4 days ... lead to a not so fun afternoon at my new least favorite kind of store.  I never realized cell phone stores were so insanely busy that you have to check in when you walk in the door!  Then they tell me to feel free to browse while I wait.  What!?  Do you think I feel like browsing while lugging around a car seat and two other kids?  Not really --- we just parked ourselves in the seemingly least conspicuous place and waited... caught a few dirty looks.. and waited some more.  

There were no seats anywhere, so the kids made themselves a little bit too comfortable on the floor.
A half an hour or so later ---

GRRRRR!  Seriously people! Do you think I get a kick out of dragging 3 tired and cranky kids out in public!?  Yep... it is likely that I dropped my phone in the toilet on purpose just so I could annoy you and get glares from snooty business people during their lunch hour!  Next time I will make sure to pinch the baby so he can scream the entire time too!

At least the associate helping me recognized the panic in my eyes and gave me the information I needed from my-account-without-my-name-on-it, so I could hook up an old phone to use.

SO - Despite the fact that I am back to using an ancient piecer phone that is too bulky to fit into my pocket, I feel a bit better after having had this chance to rant about the insensitive Rude-holes that must think they are helping stop overpopulation by being mean to mom's with more than one child in tow.

ahhhh deep breath