Sundays Journal Day 5_
Sunday 4/3/11 day 5_
Life is great and gettin better. We know you will be here tomorrow or the day after and we're all jumping up and down. These munchkins get they're mama back and I get to go home.
But actually they took a vote whether I should stay on here or not. The guys were yelling, "How many want Mehmaw to stay!?" And they all 3 had both hands straight up hollering "Yeah Mehmaw!!!" :D It was so cute, even if I know they all just like my custodial favors. Well maybe Paris don't care about the custodial care, but she looked like part of the pep squad, cheering gleefully, with those little arms reaching ever so high. Sooo enchanting!
For Sunday school, I dressed Paris in this adorable yellow dress that she probably hasn’t ever worn before. It was in that bag in the bottom of the closet where you had all the other ‘get rid of stuff'. (Should I say that?)I figured that out cause, while I was searching for something particular for her to wear when I notice everything in the bag was mostly size 12 months and under_ well, except for a couple items, including that darling yellow dress! I took it out, pressed it nicely, fixed her a little slip to wear under it and did her hair up with a headband and bow that matched perfectly! I was lucky enough to find one in her drawer. And I even found some light yellow stockings for her. It was the prefect little getup for a bright sunny day. If there woulda been a contest for the most adorable, she woulda won! I had her looking just like you when you were that age. Good thing you like your baby pics, huh? :)
I shan't speak of how she looked for the evening service. I will only say, I wish I had chosen her pink shoes, had a way to glue her head band to her head and had time to run the fuzz buster over her stockings. And yes, I’m pretty sure just about everyone had to notice her as she went from Me, to Emily, to Clista, to her Dad and back to Clista... Yeah, yeah, I know you get it.
It probably didn't matter because we all got dressed in a hurry and I felt like rubbish myself. Then of all nights the preacher had me on schedule to sing. L-O-L_not! So if Paris looked orphaned and tousled the imaged faded in view of the bigger, more negative impression_me. :(
I was pretty much surprised that I was on schedule and I didn't even get to protest. I had no forewarning till Charity came from the conference room and said your on schedule tonight then went straight up to play. She didn't seem real confident that she remembered how to play my song either, so like I told them, I felt decapitated without my right arms. (Pretty sure they knew I was speaking of you and your Dad.) So, I went ahead and pulled an old classic. Which I felt fine about because Sister Thrasher led song service with all old classics. I like them anyhow since they fit my age. Got a few compliments anyhow, and the old guy that always wants me to sing a solo got his wish and was sure to boost my ego. God bless his heart.
Paris is getting tired of me fixing her hair, changing her clothes, putting her down for nap. She’s lost her patience. Basically the signs are plain and simple. She’s sick of me trying to replace her Mama. You’d think I had beaten her by the way she has started to fuss every time it turns up me and not Daddy who does something for her, (if he happens to be around). But she has no wounds, I promise. If she’s agitated and fussy I’ll pull up your pic and let her look at you. Invariably she always gets calm and gives big smiles and says, “MAMA! MAMA!” then she starts chattering away. No doubt she’s telling me about the wonderful life she once had with you. Makes ya wanta cry a river full.
Even though it’s been a steady uphill climb the typical housekeeping has been pretty manageable_ until the weekend when Payton was not in school, didn’t stay out playing with friends, and was in and out of the house all day. But to be fair I have to admit, it also probably had a whole lot to do with me being out flea marketing part of the day on Saturday, and breaking schedule. Now I feel like I’m in a nonstop blender picking up and putting things back where I had already put it before.
I found out, Payton still likes to change clothes in the middle of the day. Sometimes 3 times, depending on if he takes a notion to play dress-up in a karate outfit, or some such. If I had to spend another week here, then by-cracky, I’d have him washing and putting away his own clothes_ `if I had the nerves. But that would require him staying under foot and I fear that could mean more outfits.
All the week I didn’t get to his room. Well truth is, with all the toys everywhere and clothes he drags and hangs out his drawers, I dreaded it. So I committed the immoral act of not resting on Sunday and started to work in there today. Don’t get too excited though, I only got it half done. But I imagine you know that. His many hobbies are enough for a whole crew of boys. He has music stuff, Sports gear stuff, hunting stuff, Build-a-bear stuff, cards and game stuff, electronic stuff, cowboy theme stuff, and etc. It doesn't help that I'm getting old and it took me twenty minutes to make up his twin size bed and move the foot board outta my way.
His room is not big enough for 2 kids. I say 2, because Paris never plays in her own. Why should she when Payton's room is wall to wall, and tree top tall, full of toy? It's the beautiful room versus the toy room. Thus you hear Payton sometimes yelling, " It's my room Paris!" :)
That huge, heavy foot board fell on me too many times while I was trying to get to his closet, so I moved it and stuck it behind the head board. Apparently it got broken loose from the bed somehow. Payton says, now his dad won’t ever sleep with him because his feet will hang off the end. Oh well, nothing a big, brawny, moose can’t fix.
I had a brain storm about what to do with his room but it fizzled. I could never get it done by myself. I would need someone to do the painting and heavy work while I pointed.
Payton slept all thru the evening service, came home, ate and went to bed. So surely he got plenty rest for school before test week. His Dad helps him with his night prayers every night but then it's Mehmaw to the rescue after that. I've had the job of laying down with him every night but one.
Do you know how hard it is for an old lady to get back up out of a bed without waking a sleeping child? Invariably, at the least_ 2 tries every night.
No cooking on Sunday. It's hand to mouth day.
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