It's been a banner night. I have to record it for posterity's sake.
I made dinner. REAL dinner (enchiladas, rice, and corn).
Cleaned the kitchen. All the way clean.
Bathed the kids. BOTH kids. They smell like vanilla cupcakes now. Yum.
Helped finish homework.
Presided over family scripture reading and prayer.
Got the kids into bed, BY BEDTIME. Which is 6:30. Woot.
and the best part? NO. SCREAMING. Not a single bit. From Mama or children.
I have done all these things before, but all together, on the same night, without Keith, AND with serious belly button pain (how weird is that??!). Truly epic. I am so. very. proud. of myself!
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Monday, January 3, 2011
nice.
This morning as we are all sitting on the bed basking in the glow of Daddy being home, and actually still HOME this morning, Natalie looks at me and asks sweetly, "do you have time to shower?"
Um, what?
I asked her why, and she just smiled sweetly. It didn't take long for my mind to flash back to a previous conversation she had with me when she mentioned that, "I love when you shower and get dressed to take me to school, Mama."
Boo.
It's not like I take her to school with curlers in my hair and bunny slippers on my feet! Shoot! I don't even get out of the car! No one can even see my pajama clad bottom half.
But, I love her, so I told her that even though, no, I am not showering, I will actually put a bra and a normal shirt on. She then asked for jeans. Tough luck kiddo, sweat pants it is.
Um, what?
I asked her why, and she just smiled sweetly. It didn't take long for my mind to flash back to a previous conversation she had with me when she mentioned that, "I love when you shower and get dressed to take me to school, Mama."
Boo.
It's not like I take her to school with curlers in my hair and bunny slippers on my feet! Shoot! I don't even get out of the car! No one can even see my pajama clad bottom half.
But, I love her, so I told her that even though, no, I am not showering, I will actually put a bra and a normal shirt on. She then asked for jeans. Tough luck kiddo, sweat pants it is.
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