Oliver has a runny nose. Today he wanted to give me a kiss. So, out of politeness, I guess, he snorted in all the snot running down his nose (kind of) and then gave me a big sloppy kiss on the mouth. Ick. It was lovely that he wanted to give me a kiss, but I tried not to gag. Was he offended that I wiped my mouth immediately afterwards? I don’t think he noticed. I was grateful for that.
Today was Oliver’s 3rd birthday. It was pretty low key. His treat was that he got to spend the day with Jimmy, our next door neighbor and Oliver’s very best friend in the whole world. Looking after 4 boys all day puts all of my patience and good parenting skills to the test. The house is destroyed. I was drinking champagne at 4:30pm this afternoon. It was left over from our book release party. My friend Theresa came over and it was Oliver’s birthday and I had been looking after 4 boys aged 5, 4, 3 and 1 all day and, well, it seemed like a good time to say, “Hey, Theresa, let’s celebrate Oliver’s birthday right now before I start screaming or crying or carting myself off to the loony bin.” She was very accommodating, bless her.
It’s past midnight now. All the children are sleeping. Oliver had a night terror – he cries and is completely inconsolable and you can’t wake him up. It makes so much noise that then the baby wakes up. Aarrrgh…. James stepped in and helped hold the baby so I could try and calm Oliver down. Thankfully everyone settled back down. Then I lay down to sleep when I suddenly realized I had thrown away in the recycle bin the envelope with my tickets to the NW Women’s show next weekend. Up, out of bed, down to kitchen, pick up recycling basket, take it down to office where I can turn on the light and dig through the basket, trip over a laundry basket and about 10 toys along the way. Made it. Hear coughing from upstairs. “Please, go back to sleep. PLEASE.” Ok. In office. Turn on light. Dig through recycling. Find tickets….blog.
What did I learn today?
That God always provides one more opportunity to learn how to be more patient.
That this too shall pass…
That you can still sit down and watch a movie with your 5 year old even though there are toys on the floor (a lot of toys on the floor!).