Today is…Thursday
7:20am: Scripture Study. (sing, pray, read, sing, pray)
Check.
8-9am: Cleaning Time. (Mommy works on her chores. Giant works on his jobs. Ettin helps.)
Check. But I might have overdone it. For some reason we were cleaning until 9:30.
This is no good.
We have an immunization appointment for Ettin at 10:25am, which will take us 15-20 minutes to walk to.
Mommy starts to get grumpy.
9:30am 9am: Gathering Time. (We greet each other, clap for good work, pray, study a gospel picture, and read the morning message)
Thankfully I have my day somewhat prepared for. I pull out the story of Jesus for the day and read my notes. We talk about how Jesus taught important principles in the Sermon on the Mount. We sing the “Wise Man/ Foolish Man” song, and discuss how faith in Christ is like building a house on the rock.
We start on the message. Giant is so giddy at the thought of doing the morning message:
Okay, okay. He is giddy at the naughtyness and fun of pushing the message board back and forth. Have I mentioned mommy is already grumpy?
I distract Ettin a little longer (he loves shoes):
Then I try to get the boys to clean up their stuff—toys and such. I say “try” because, again, I am running behind and the boys are not being very helpful.
Giant asks me why I am grumpy/mad/sad (he tried a few different words).
I pause.
My first thought is “because you didn’t clean up and haven’t been listening well and now we are late for an appointment.” (Kids are so easy to blame everything on, aren’t they?)
Instead, I tell him honestly: “I guess because I’m choosing to be. I’m worried about getting to Ettin’s appointment on time. But I could choose to be happy instead.”
Oddly, clean-up went very smoothly after that and we only left a little late. (Ettin made it through his shots with just a couple of tears)
Tired and hot we return home, where I am quite tempted to let the boys go play while I get some other stuff done. Unfortunately (or rather, Thankfully), I have enticed the boys home with the thought of making elephant ear hats (my planned project).
Thankfully some more, I have already photocopied the ears to colour, so our project isn’t a big effort.
Giant colours (and then cut out both ears by himself!):
Ettin makes some marks of his own (Hello Bubba in the belly. When are you coming?):
Oh. My. Heavens:
Why don’t we make these everyday?
The boys tromped around like elephants, laughing and jumping and blowing their trunks until Daddy got home for lunch:
A nice end to a grumpy mommy morning.