Four children and three days later we are finally snowed out! Friday we closed the daycare center early because of the much anticipated "Blizzard of 2010"-nicely titled by the news stations of course. My best friend and her husband and child came to snow in with us as extra support and some how we signed my sister in law up for duty as well. So we were 10 people 22 inches deep in snow and nothing to do but cook, eat, watch tv and sleep. Things like this are my only excuse to sleep.
Quick calculation-my four under four n I=5 plus best friends' family of 3 equals 8. Plus sister in law equals 9. So where'd the 10th come from? I politely asked my brother in law who expressed his concerns with staying home with his son on "his weekend" and his constantly conflicting father, if he wanted to bunk up too. A few hours before the snow storm got bad-He- my brother in law-arrived...son and bags in tow.
"I'm going to get my stuff and am gonna hang out for a little bit. I'll be right back"he sort of unarticulately murmured. Sure, I thought, no problem! Ok little problem. He never came back. Hours later in the heart of the blizzard I recieved a text message-"Don't think I'll be making it". Really?...you think! Honestly, I enjoy my nephew so no prob- but really though-"who does that?" Lol. My sister in law's boyfriend wanted to know....my mom wanted to know...my best friend wanted to know. Seriously though- "who does that?" Lol.
So I'm one child richer-a child who is about 7-8 months younger than my first set of twins- and snowed in. Joy! It turned out to be not so bad because there were a lot of hands to help. When it was time for a pick upon Sunday I was told my in laws had denied their son- my brother in law use of the car to pick up his son. Who does that? I mean you know I'm babied out with all the snowed in whole cabin fever thing. It honestly time for pick-ups now. Lol.
Clearly I along with my family and friends could understand my concern. Husband oversees, mommy balancing four kids with friend and sister in laws help does not equal best time for nephew to move in! Lol. I got a good laugh in though.
Monday now- I drove him home a bit a go. He had fun. So did my kids. No harm done. Any thanks?-nah that's far to formal. P is back. The drive way is still 22 inches in so he's out there and things are a little more back to normal. I'm still trying to come up with the best answer for that question cos honestly really..."Who does that?"
Monday, February 8, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Just a thought
There's the choice to continue with ballet or to try other extracirricular activities. I'm thinking gymnastics, swimming, or perhaps cheerleading! I cheered so it seems like a necessary step to at least try it. Through common inquiry I found out that nearby private schooling is not as expensive as I may have thought-but still. I have four children. Is the thought even worth entertaining?
I am brought to a topic I think about often. How different would our lives be if we lived in another country. One where private schooling was all schooling. One where medical care and insurance was never a worry. I think into the future of cars, expensive trends, much desired game consoles, college tuition and even one day weddings! How does one afford these expenses when you have two sets of twins only two years apart?
Somedays I wonder if these thoughts drown me or simply strengthen my faith. I figure that it was God's promises alone that got me this far I expect that it will be the same thing I'll have to cling to in our latter years. When I think of the two-sided promise to do His will and spread His Word as a simple exchange for His favor I am perplexed with knowing what His will truly is for me.
Having been involved with ministry for years and now being married to a minister it is easy to stay extremely busy and still be so unproductive. Some days there's an emptiness that resignates within me and I simply respond in prayer...
I do feel I have something more to share but do not know where to start. For now I'll juggle my many hats and keep my thoughts to myself that is-until they become clearer.
I am brought to a topic I think about often. How different would our lives be if we lived in another country. One where private schooling was all schooling. One where medical care and insurance was never a worry. I think into the future of cars, expensive trends, much desired game consoles, college tuition and even one day weddings! How does one afford these expenses when you have two sets of twins only two years apart?
Somedays I wonder if these thoughts drown me or simply strengthen my faith. I figure that it was God's promises alone that got me this far I expect that it will be the same thing I'll have to cling to in our latter years. When I think of the two-sided promise to do His will and spread His Word as a simple exchange for His favor I am perplexed with knowing what His will truly is for me.
Having been involved with ministry for years and now being married to a minister it is easy to stay extremely busy and still be so unproductive. Some days there's an emptiness that resignates within me and I simply respond in prayer...
I do feel I have something more to share but do not know where to start. For now I'll juggle my many hats and keep my thoughts to myself that is-until they become clearer.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
"Busy"
P, that would be my husband, boarded an international flight Tuesday morning after much agony and grief over his travel arrangements. Now a full day and a half later both sets of grandparents are sure its time to call in reinforcements. We are pretty much handling it pretty well though. Mom stayed last night. 7:00am I tiptoed out of the house to tackle the mess of 6 inches of snow and a very slippery driveway.
After the search for salt- sand was our last resort. Over an hour later I pulled up to that dag gon daycare center and jumped out of the care-ready to shovel. As the parents arrived to school for our late opening I waved to appear jolly about shoveling the snow and clearing the drive and walk ways for their convenience.
On Monday I cooked two days meals to set myself "ahead" of schedule, in some grand scheme of things. As expected, two days later it didn't even matter. If I could both wash and fold three more loads of laundry, cook dinner-one or two days worth, and get to church to set up a new sacrificial offering in the financial database I would yet again feel a bit more "ahead"-instead of the normal status behind and busy.
Plan this week is to utilize our new "family calendar". We'd get the chance to color and picture code all of our plans and even lay out our bills and other financial commitments. Chances are with the few minutes I used to type now...I'm burning away valuable time- it may not happen with that whole calendar idea. 10:07pm my mother asks-"what time did you get off work and back home?". At this point we are whispering because all of the children are asleep. I looked at her and said cheerfully, "I got home early-like 4:30pm", she then asked "and you've been going ever since"- I followed her eyes she was looking at the staff uniform I still had on. (One moment- a baby is crying-if I listening carefully I'll know which baby and why-oh! that's a wake up cry- up from a nap!) After that comment I sort of looked away (crash-bang- my daughter is trying to sweep again and she is knocking everything over with the too-long-for-her handle!- "Stop it") anyway....I looked away and said out loud-"yeah, I guess I have". I just keep moving and doing and the time flies by because we are so busy all the time- even just in the house.
"How are the kids?" , the universal question, when greeted by even a relatively familiar stranger. Everyone asks how they are not because it matters but simply because they remember that I am the chick with two sets of twins! Ha! "Busy"- my universal answer.
After the search for salt- sand was our last resort. Over an hour later I pulled up to that dag gon daycare center and jumped out of the care-ready to shovel. As the parents arrived to school for our late opening I waved to appear jolly about shoveling the snow and clearing the drive and walk ways for their convenience.
On Monday I cooked two days meals to set myself "ahead" of schedule, in some grand scheme of things. As expected, two days later it didn't even matter. If I could both wash and fold three more loads of laundry, cook dinner-one or two days worth, and get to church to set up a new sacrificial offering in the financial database I would yet again feel a bit more "ahead"-instead of the normal status behind and busy.
Plan this week is to utilize our new "family calendar". We'd get the chance to color and picture code all of our plans and even lay out our bills and other financial commitments. Chances are with the few minutes I used to type now...I'm burning away valuable time- it may not happen with that whole calendar idea. 10:07pm my mother asks-"what time did you get off work and back home?". At this point we are whispering because all of the children are asleep. I looked at her and said cheerfully, "I got home early-like 4:30pm", she then asked "and you've been going ever since"- I followed her eyes she was looking at the staff uniform I still had on. (One moment- a baby is crying-if I listening carefully I'll know which baby and why-oh! that's a wake up cry- up from a nap!) After that comment I sort of looked away (crash-bang- my daughter is trying to sweep again and she is knocking everything over with the too-long-for-her handle!- "Stop it") anyway....I looked away and said out loud-"yeah, I guess I have". I just keep moving and doing and the time flies by because we are so busy all the time- even just in the house.
"How are the kids?" , the universal question, when greeted by even a relatively familiar stranger. Everyone asks how they are not because it matters but simply because they remember that I am the chick with two sets of twins! Ha! "Busy"- my universal answer.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Simply unbearable
"Go babies, go babies, go babies", I do a chant and dance while arriving in the baby room. This morning there was no un-snoozable alarm. I was almost late! The cold air woke me. Luckily the candles had blown themselves out. A new stuffy nose this morning. A new problem in fact-payday and late payments make some tasks simply unbearable. Flashback...
I should have sung the first verse of "My Life in in your hands" again this weekend. The song had almost ended when finally people decided it would be nice to join in our worship, I usually sprint each opportunity to race some people need a warm up round. No regrets...all things happen for a reason. "I'll Trust You" and then, "I am a Worshipper"- I possess the ability to live those lyrics this week. No really the sermon was great too- I missed half of it-counting and inputting the offering.
I should have sung the first verse of "My Life in in your hands" again this weekend. The song had almost ended when finally people decided it would be nice to join in our worship, I usually sprint each opportunity to race some people need a warm up round. No regrets...all things happen for a reason. "I'll Trust You" and then, "I am a Worshipper"- I possess the ability to live those lyrics this week. No really the sermon was great too- I missed half of it-counting and inputting the offering.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
So nice to meet you
4:11am I sort of strain my neck as if that will help me identify the piercing shrill. My eyes popped open real hard- I already had a bit of a headache. It's Ty for sure. I shook P hard so he'd wake up quick. "Just get a bottle". It didn't work at all. The milk suited as some kind of mojo juice for him cos the joker popped up hollering as soon as he was done. I did my frantic half blind run to his bedroom so he wouldnt wake his twin brother.
He played and giggled loud and despite my annoyance with his lively and excited demeanor, just an hour before my usual wake time, I surrendered and began playing with him.
There I am 6:14am dashing back and forth from the car-expecting to leave something I need for our school day. I've got to make it to the daycare by 6:30am. It takes 3 to 4 trips in the cold dark morning to get the baby bag, lunch leftovers, naptime blankets, my 3 yr old drama queens and 2 other car seated 22 pound babies to the truck.
Whew, "I'm the director-nice to meet you I am so glad you child will be attending our school. I apologize for my tardiness this morning." With one finger up-there's a few more trips to the car before I am completely unloaded and "at work".
Hmm...this morning began two hours ago besides the crying babies, the scavengar hunt for my staff uniform, the debate on what skirt matched my three year olds shoes, frantically filling 7 oz. bottles, and desperately looking for socks in below 30 degree weather- we were off to a pretty good start-or did I speak too soon.
He played and giggled loud and despite my annoyance with his lively and excited demeanor, just an hour before my usual wake time, I surrendered and began playing with him.
There I am 6:14am dashing back and forth from the car-expecting to leave something I need for our school day. I've got to make it to the daycare by 6:30am. It takes 3 to 4 trips in the cold dark morning to get the baby bag, lunch leftovers, naptime blankets, my 3 yr old drama queens and 2 other car seated 22 pound babies to the truck.
Whew, "I'm the director-nice to meet you I am so glad you child will be attending our school. I apologize for my tardiness this morning." With one finger up-there's a few more trips to the car before I am completely unloaded and "at work".
Hmm...this morning began two hours ago besides the crying babies, the scavengar hunt for my staff uniform, the debate on what skirt matched my three year olds shoes, frantically filling 7 oz. bottles, and desperately looking for socks in below 30 degree weather- we were off to a pretty good start-or did I speak too soon.
Monday, January 25, 2010
4 under 4
"What's a blog?" Questioning my cousin this weekend, I wasintroduced to the interesting idea of publicizing my ratheoverwhelming life! After a really simple definition but ornate conversation about how great it would be to start a blog while vigorously cutting vegetables for dinner at my sons' first birthday party I though about the idea to myself.
I talk a lot so I figured-why not?...the source of your entertainment-my inspiration-can be credited to my "4 under 4". My cousin came up wit h that catchy title too. Those of you who know me...that 4 under 4 refers to the two sets of twins I gave birth to...two years apart. So 1 year later, all 4 of my kids are still under 4! On thedaily-it's a riot! Stay tuned!
I talk a lot so I figured-why not?...the source of your entertainment-my inspiration-can be credited to my "4 under 4". My cousin came up wit h that catchy title too. Those of you who know me...that 4 under 4 refers to the two sets of twins I gave birth to...two years apart. So 1 year later, all 4 of my kids are still under 4! On thedaily-it's a riot! Stay tuned!
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