I’ve been kinda busy. School started. Football started. (caden-9yr) and then there is all this bizarre legal stuff. Claude hasn’t been paying for the house in which he resides and it’s his assertion that this is my fault for not sending ENOUGH certified letters. Because he had NO idea all those payments he was mailing to the mortgage company…? WHAT? They didn’t GET THERE? Why didn’t you TELL me? Are you SERIOUS?
Um….? I’m not your wife. I will not baby you into successfully paying for your home each month. If you do, great. If you don’t, there are consequences. This is real life for everyone. This is how it works.
Moving on. Really. Good grief.
I’ve been rattled. I admit it. HIGHLY.
i went to work on a day I wasn’t supposed to be there. Oops.
Last night I was trying to settle down the boys for devotional for the fifteenth time and Seth-7yr said something about “if we were girls” and i LOST IT.
“IF WE WERE GIRLS?! BUT WE AREN”T GIRLS. WE ARE BOYS. SO LET”S JUST STOP DISCUSSING IF WE WERE GIRLS AND TALK ABOUT GOD FOR A FEW MINUTES.”
That got their attention. I thought.
And then they started looking at each other and exchanging glances and then cracking up and one of them said, “Uh? Mom. You actually ARE a guhl.”
Another kid said, “Well. You just yelled that we are not guhls. And that was really like, kind of insulting to yourself.”
“RIGHT” said another brother. “That ‘s what I was thinking. INSULTING. Like, she’s saying she’s not a very GOOD guhl.”
“Mom, you really ARE a good guhl. It’s the rest of us who are NOT guhls. WE are boys.” Complete with helpful hand pointy gestures to further point out the differences among us.
They all sat in silence and waited to hear how I’d react to this little three brother analysis. I knew they were right, and it was sweet and weird, but I was too rattled to talk yet. I just looked at them.
Then Ethan-13yr said, “But wow that was funny when she was like shouting, “WE ARE NOT GUHLS” and all of us were like, UM…… YEAH YOU ARE, but we didn’t want to say it… because she was all…. WILD looking and kinda irritated. HA!”
And then the brothers joined in and reenacted it all as well, and it was another giggly 5 minutes before we got to he healing nature of the presence of God. But. We got there. Three boys and me.
The good guhl.