I realize I haven't posted a darn thing about Trick-Or-Treating yet (this post still won't cover it), but I have just been dragging lately. I can't seem to catch up with my house, my kids, my laundry, or my husband. Do you every feel this way? No matter how hard I try, I am left at the end of the day without the time I feel I need for some pretty important people and their pretty important dweilling place. We seem to work, work, work, like busy little beavers around here without any reprieve. Today was about as bad as days get around here for me. I have been sad, tired, and ready to ship my kids of to the babysitters. Aaaaahhhh!!!
The kids would not go to bed tonight--even though I cleaned their rooms and bathrooms. (What? Don't they appreciate that?) We had a wonderful beyond wonderful family scripture time where we spent a large portion of the time laughing at Grant as he belly-laughed about the "peeping wizards." Of course, he's six and thinks these peeping wizards are going potty. Spencer thought it was hilarious and started saying "pee pee" over and over again while laughing an adoreable (yet totally fake) laugh, looking at his brother afterwards for approval and feeling very much a part of the Cool Brothers Club. It was so precious. I almost started crying it was so darn cute. I love my boys!!!
At about 8:30 I went to my room and shut the door and left the noise behind me. I laid down in my bed and tried to work up the energy to exercise...and couldn't, so I wandered downstairs with the sneaking suspicion that Grant had found his way down to the playroom once I had finally forsaken bedtime patrol (pathetic--I don't like bedtime patrol). Sure enough...he was in the basement. I sent him back to bed only for him to sneak off a few more times. Aghhh!!! Where is the babysitter when you need her!
So, finally everything was quiet with the kids and I jumped on the Internet and found something to show Matt. He came out with me and while we looked he started rubbing my back (you can keep reading...this is G-rated) and, oh, Baby(!), did that feel good, then he tickled my neck, played with my hair (go on, keep reading, it's fine) and I was in heaven. He continued this for a couple of heavenly minutes, then made me some chocolate milk and then to top it all off (get ready!! here it comes!!!) LISTENED to me for a few minutes. What is better than that? I told him about how I want to spend more time together in the evenings and on the weekends. I actually told him that I want all of his evening time and all day Saturday. Is that too much to ask? I thought we could work on projects, watch movies, sit on the back porch. I am looking to rediscover my very best friend in the whole entire world. If it means no more crazy nights of fun with friends then so be it. 'Cause baby I am interested in having more evenings like tonight.
After a tiring but very productive day, I am going to bed happy because for 20 minutes I got to be with my verybest friend in the whole world with his undivided attention and now he understands that I need more of HIM.
Bonus: I went upstairs to check on my boys and saw them sleeping soundly in their cozy and clean rooms and felt so happy that I had worked through my fatigue so that my funny little boys who laugh hysterically about peeping wizards could each dream sweet dreams in their own little rooms snug as bugs in a rug. Everything is all right. I am not all that far behind really. I accomplished a few really important things today. My house is clean, my boys know I love them, but that I definitely have limits--a good thing, I think. And I was able to talk to my husband about the pressing thoughts running through my mind, like pulling out the swingset to get the junk out from under it and possibly sanding and painting it, trying harder to wake up in the morning so he can get started working sooner, the fact that I love for him to make breakfast, my plans for the laundry, plans for the books upstairs next to Grant's room that keep him up all hours of the night, wanting to make some homemade pizza, et cetera, et cetera. My heart is full and so happy for being able to talk to my husband and have him listen. And for the wave of happiness and satisfaction I felt when I peeked in on my boys while they where sleeping.
Love is a powerful thing. I need some everyday. I have so much more to give after time's like tonight with my sweet husband.
Stay tuned for the Trick-or-Treating recap. All in good time, though. Remember, my evenings are going to be occupied.
1 comment:
You're funny, Kristie! If it makes you feel better, I feel like I don't keep up with everything around the house . . . and we have no kids.
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