Today

 

Today my baby Samuel was feeling almost all the way better, and I was feeling about 70%.  (what, did I not mention that I was sick too?  Well, I didn’t want to burden you…)

 

 

 

Today Isaac figured out that if he lined up his action figures on the air vent when the house fan is on that all of the Batmans’ capes fly up!  And do I need to tell you how adorable that is?

Ack!  Little boys ache my heart sometimes.

 

 

 

Today it was hot.  Well, by Oregon standards hot.  And I turned on the central air conditioning.  Yes I did!  And I only felt (feel)  (its still on)  a little bad about it because what’s the use of having central air if you don’t use it when your hot?  And when you are cranky/sweaty/suffering?  And it is only money after all- BRIAN!

Today I was getting out the next size of summer clothes for Samuel and I came across Isaac’s old “Big Brother” shirt.

And I did a happy little dance as I went and shoved that shirt back in the very back of the closet.  Because, Hallelujah!,  today is not the day that I will be needing that shirt.  And hopefully not tomorrow either.  Or for many many more days barring a miracle or a failure of modern-medicine.  Say it with me, “MAX CAPACITY.  I AM AT MAX CAPACITY!!”

Today I shut the boys out in the backyard with the sprinkler for the second day in a row.  And I told them that they were NOT allowed to talk to me (because can they please please please just stop talking to me for TWO MINUTES and then I will feel so refreshed!  And ready to listen again!)  and then I went and got on Facebook and ate (the last) ice cream sandwich.  Then I felt guilty, like I always do when I tell them to not talk, so I threw out some popsicles for them (from last year) and they were happy again.

…Until they were not happy and were making “booty prints” on the sliding door (those are exactly what you imagine they are) and crying/whining/fighting until I let them in to track mud and sticky handprints all the way to the shower.

That is called the price you pay for an ice cream sandwich and 5 minutes of peace.

Today Samuel did this while I was vacuuming up the outside-tracked-inside-mess:

That is my coffee that he dumped on the ground (not hot, because it is NEVER hot when I get a chance to drink it) and an apple core from the trash.

He is not at all sorry.

 

 

While I was cleaning that up I actually lay (laid?) on the kitchen floor for a minute- because remember that I’m only 70% better?  And right then it felt more like 25%.  But then I had to get up speedy quick because I kept seeing so many more things on the floor for me to clean up.

 

But then tonight while I was rocking Samuel to sleep he gave me lots of kisses on my neck, and now the house is so peaceful, and I am about to climb into bed and watch a show with Brian, and it makes me think about how much I love my crazy days with my boys right now!

It makes me think (now that I have a minute to think) about how very, very lucky I am.

And how quiet my days will be some day when all of these boys are gone. (So wonderfully, wonderfully quiet)