Hard knock life

Well I have been learning a few lessons from the book of Hard Knox. Man am I tired. I think I am failing the test because it seems that things are not easing up. Its moment like this I think Of the Song from Annie Its a hard knock life. Although I do have warm blankets and hot food.....
Maybe I should Hire a choreographer to help make life a little better, or maybe I'll just try a hands free cart wheel. That should make everything better.





I am aware that it is a lesson I am to be learning and not just pain that I should be feeling. I feel happy today.
I am working on personal acceptance meaning that when the house is a mess and The kids are running around screaming that it is that way because it is a home filled with love and its OK for me to sit and read. I have taken a lot of pressure Off myself that I was putting on myself. Its that constant pressure for perfection that I was no where near attaining anyway so I gave it up. Guess what happened? Life got happier, the kids are more co operative and I feel better. Just by letting go of that perfection that was always just out of my reach. One step at a time. One small step. By small and simple things are great things brought to pass.
I am the Vice president of a newly formed organization called Leadership Education Association of Family and Friends, LEAFF. In the meeting over the phone this morning the president said that last quote by small and simple things are great things come to pass and we that she was a simple thing and I will add my part, I too am a simple thing.

Interesting thoughts

I am sad



This picture makes me happy.

question... Does life get easier or do we get tougher??????

a few pictures

My kids

kids

Why is it when we want to go out Kids find it he right time to go crazy?
I was getting ready to go visiting teaching, and thanks to Girl Guides I only had to take 3 kids. My companion called and said we were canceled for one appointment but still had one other appointment. This left me with 15 minutes to flat iron my hair. I got a sexy new hair cut that requires a bit of flat ironing. I thought I'd never say this but my hair just isn't straight enough.
So I left myself 3 minutes to drive 3 blocks with 3 kids. I come out of the bathroom and Hunter is completely naked and just did some business in the potty. That boy has impeccable timing.
We were only 6 minutes late however.

At a cross roads

I feel like I am at a cross road in my life. I can change paths if I choose, but here's the kicker, I don't have a map and I don't know where I want to end up. Is it possible to feel lost if you don't know where you are going?

Food Fight

If we have bad hair days are we allowed to have bad Mom days? The only difference being your hair may not not need hours of therapy to be able to cope with life after it moves out. I mean really you don't hear bad Freudian accents asking "Tell me about your hair".
So since we have established being a mother is more important than hair.
So this is my evening. Supper goes along really well, (of course Fred was home). Then the after dinner clean up. The 4 older girls were supposed to be clearing the table. An hour later it was not done yet so I redirected them yet again and sent them on their merry way when the dryer buzzer rang. (oh dreaded dryer buzzer) So I went happily to fold the clothes in the dryer.
When I finished the clothes we were now into 88 minutes of supposed table clearing, with 4 girls it should not be taking this long. Then I looked around, (bad idea). There is food all over the floor, apparently one of them thought throwing peas might be a good idea, then bread. Water puddles here and there, another thought it might be good fun to get the one throwing peas and bread with water. The other 2 joined in by quickly throwing the dishes into the dishwasher un-scraped, and put the salad on the counter. Needless to say I lost it but good.
Can I still be a good mother tomorrow? Of course I can. Would a good mother have gotten mad at her kids for having a food fight instead of clearing the table? I would like to think so. I feel bad about my reaction to it. It was as immature as the food fight and I am the mother.
When I calmed down enough to be coherent, I had the girls tell me the steps to clearing a table and they knew them quite well. So now perhaps I should think and write down how to be a good mother.
I hope they have a good memory of it. Some of my best memories were playing to hard then getting in trouble at the end. I think it was worth it to them because they went to bed giggling, but grounded.