Isn't it amazing how a happy home can turn crazy in 24 hours with just a little sleep deprivation? Tonight ended as we were doing our "blessing basket" and I was forcefully telling Asher "WHAT'S IN YOUR BLESSING BASKET? You've been given lots of blessings, name one, NOW!" Okay, it wasn't that bad but still, as I was forcefully motivating him to name a blessing, I was thinking that perhaps this wasn't very effective parenting. A little counterproductive to try and get him to think how blessed and happy he is when I am frustrated with him and he is on the brink of losing it.
It all started last night as we get home right at bedtime. We quickly get the kids down; I feed the baby and get her down (YAY!) and I am finally relaxing. Then, Jason comes upstairs to say, "It's smells like gas downstairs." I get up, a little annoyed, go downstairs and, sure enough, it smells like gasoline. So, very calmly I go upstairs and call the fire department where they say to evacuate. How exciting. Who wants to take a sleeping 5 yr. old, 3 yr. old and 3 month old out into the freezing cold? Then the 2 Emergency first response vehicles came, as well as a fire engine and an ambulance. A fuel line on Jason's motorcycle broke, leaking out 3 gallons of gasoline on the driveway which then seeped into our home. So, the EMT told us that while the gas was not at levels where the house could explode (whew!) we should probably find somewhere else to sleep for the evening but after talking said that we could probably just open the windows downstairs to air it out and then everyone sleep upstairs. That sounds like a great idea.
We got everyone back to sleep in their new quarters and I got to sleep at midnight. So today was a disaster. Which events to highlight? Spending 45 minutes pacing the floor with a screaming baby, only to have them sleep for 20 minutes. I think my blood pressure and heart rate hadn't even returned to normal. Asher screaming in his room during that time because he wanted his cup and vitamin. Luckily, Eden was screaming so loud in my ear that I couldn't hear Asher too much. My forceful prayer for help to keep me from losing it. It made me think of the moment in Planes, Trains and Automobiles when Steve Martin is talking to the lady at the Auto Rental counter and says I want a _______ car, right ________ now. Without the expletives, of course, but a similar prayer.
In my blessing basket tonight: I am thankful for bedtime, for everyone.
Yes, it was one of those days.
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Sounds fun. ;) Is Eden a good baby or do you have another hard one on your hands? You deserve a quiet, sleepy baby.
If only. It appears I need to be brought to my knees again. Comparatively speaking, she's still better than the other two but . . .that's not saying much. I can put her down for a half hour here and there throughout the day but spend most of the day holding her. I have to remind myself that I am a SAHM to be a mom, first and foremost and if I get nothing done but that all day then I'm doing my job. (I tell myself that to feel better about the dirty dishes, laundry, well the whole dirty house!)
We are very glad that you have successfully completed operation home destruction. I am happy your home did not in fact explode. I find myself wondering if I have lost it. Here's how tell if I'm ok or not. When I picture myself driving away by myself to some distant place, if I think , oh, wait I can't leave my kids by themselves, I know I am still ok. Once it gets beyond that point it is time to call in the reinforcements
Sarah-- you're awesome. I love it.
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