Ah, Ben. Remember how well I handled that tricky situation over the weekend? Such grace, such poise, such maturity– you were proud of me, admit it, “My mom is finally growing up!”.
Well, I crashed on Monday. Random newspaper headlines made me cry and just cleaning up the house felt like an enormous effort. I tell you this not to elicit sympathy (’cause now it’s Tuesday and I’m feeling much better) but simply to illustrate the life lesson that mental and emotional tasks are exhausting too. I wouldn’t run a marathon and expect to click off eight miles on Monday. So don’t be frustrated if you sail brilliantly through a round of midterms just to find that you can’t spell your name the next day (it’s a very tricky surname after all).
Now don’t be lecturing me for adding one more activity to our schedule, but Gabriel started Aikido (‘the practice of peace’) yesterday. C’mon, you know he’s never going to be a great soccer player. He doesn’t have a competitive molecule in his body. And the outfit is really cute. Besides, he’s with Will and we have a carpool.
Inspired by this wave of Asian athleticism, Xander and Hans have been playing Sumo wrestlers in the basement. I don’t even pretend to understand their rules.
Mary has been trying to keep our rules for her of no biting, no kicking, no licking, no hitting, no pinching. For the most part she’s successful, but she struggles enough with squeezing her brothers skin between her little fingers that Gabe suggested we buy her a pinching post much like a scratching post for a kitty.
A grand Playmobil revival has been taking place in the basement and kitchen. Why yes, that IS a moose and a gorilla pulling your trusty old stagecoach. Remember the days when I kept every Playmobil set neatly segregated?– yeah, about 12 years ago.
Another breeze from your childhood– If Jesus Came to My House — drifted in for family home evening last night. I mention this just in case you need an example of brilliant Christian literature for your religion class (not kidding). Even the chickens were inspired, and gathered on the windowsill to hear the sweet story.