VBS week means B1 and B2 are happily engaged each morning. Brishen is getting to practice his theater skills, and Basia is in her element among 350+ other kiddos. I was even extra nice this year and signed her up for the after club, so she gets to pack a lunch and hang out for an extra three hours. Swimming yesterday, bowling today, swimming tomorrow, Chuck-E-what's his face on Friday. The girl is having a blast!
The Bad:
We finally got the estimate for our van today, 9 days after the accident (meaning they have not even started fixing it yet). It will cost almost $5000 to fix (yay for insurance) and take at least another two weeks. We did not really think through the whole what-to-do-if-the-giant-van-is-in-the-shop issue when we bought the Great White Beast. It is hard to find mini-vans to rent. In fact, we couldn't find one. You have to have a real credit card (not just a debit card, Mr. Ramsey) to rent a large SUV, so we're out of luck there. After much stress and many calls, Jon found another Great White Beast for us to rent this week. I'm scared to know what it cost, and we only have it until Monday. I am trying to not panic or stress the details. Something will work out. It will. It has to. Right?
The Ugly:
My hair. It is way past time to "hide those grays". Who has time for that, I ask you? Curse my father's genes!
The Good:
Jon was nominated for a position on the General Board. I really have no idea what that means, but I know it is an honor. It is especially good because Jon turned it down. Someday there will be time for those big adventures, but I'm a thankful wife to know that he walked away this time.
The Bad:
I'm home alone (with 6 kids) while Jon represents the conference in OK City. I'm pretty good at being a single mom until 4pm each night. At that point, I'm tired and grumpy at the exact same moment that most of my kids are tired and grumpy. I'm not a big fan of plopping kids down in front of the TV, but, man do I wish my kids were old enough to plop down in front of the TV. If I turn on a show, it's usually the older two left watching the dancing dinosaurs while the littles follow me with their commands and grievances.
The Ugly:
My hair. It needs to be cut! When we were fostering the first sibling set, I dropped them off for a family visit (oh, how nice it was when they all came from one family and had their visits at the same exact time and place!) and went to a salon to get my hair cut. This salon happens to encourage you to book your next appointment right away. Then they send you text reminders to make sure you make it. That was awesome! It was probably the first time in my life that I went back for a trim exactly six weeks after my original cut. Then, those kids went home. I missed my last appointment in May, and it is now much of the way through July with no new appointment in sight. My hair is officially in it's awkward stage, which is anything beyond pretty dadgum short.
The Good:
I have a new endeavor that makes me feel a bit more like "me" than I have in a while. It's good for the environment and makes me feel like I care about the world again. I feel connected to others who care about this lovely planet again, which is a nice change from the convenience foods, plastic water bottles, and having things shipped to me from who-knows-where, just so I don't have to load everyone up and drive a few blocks up the road to a store. I also like that it is supposed to save me TONS of money in the long run.
The Bad:
The Ugly:
My hair. I was talked into these bang things the last time my hair was cut. I'm not sure what they are this long after they should have been cut again. A mess, I tell you!
The Good:
I read a book. Let me clarify. I read a book that is not a board book highlighting the color or sound associated with a particular species of animal. Yours truly, reading an adult book, is big news these days. It has been a while, and it was so very refreshing and uplifting and confirming and strength and peace creating. I immediately ordered a couple more books to read.
The Bad:
I am begging anyone who loves me to also read this book:
Click here to order, oh ones who want a glimpse inside my brain.
Really, it's an easy read, and I would love for friends and family to read it! I can pass around my copy after I get Jon and Brishen to read it. I would never claim to be as amazing as Katie, but there are so many parts that resonated with me and explain what I feel these days. It would mean a lot to have others understand better where I am coming from.
The Ugly:
My hair. I have toddlers who just love to do my hair. I let them as long as they leave each others' hair alone. I figure that mine can't get much worse, and they may even help it.
The Good:
Wee One is crying for me. I have a wee one to cry for me. I am blessed.
The Bad:
Wee One is crying for me. Blogging must end!
The Ugly:
Wee One could care less what my hair looks like!
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