Stone Soup for Five
As I write this post, my boys are all three wandering around in circles, with hands at their sides "looking" for 3 lost library books.
Three lost books that will cost them their allowance for the next 20 years if they do not come up with them.
My youngest is looking by TELLING me all about everywhere he's looked.
My oldest is reeking attitude and slouching around
and my middle is eating toast and his usual happy go lucky self.
Still no books.
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And since it's fess up Friday, I'll be real.
I'm struggling.
My boys need kind speech, encouragement, admonishment.

BUT, they usually get frustration, impatience, irritation.
And just this morning, I was reading a friend's blog about this very thing before the boys woke up and felt conviction at how I need to apologize for my impatience. 
And I did apologize.
And hug.
And about 12 minutes later, slipped and fell flat on my face again... leading strongly with impatience and frustration.
Ugh.

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On Wednesday we were running frantic preparing for the first night of AWANA that we are directing again this year, and I really tried to have it all together.

  I had dinner in the crockpot I was going to bring to share. I had my list written and checked off.  I got my bags together, got the boys shooed into the van and hopped in to head out early enough to stop by the dollar store and grab a few things.
And.
The van wouldn't start.
The night before the key would't come out of the ignition (and it's basically falling apart... it's a 2001 Mazda with zip ties for handles on the boys' doors, since they've broken off FOUR handles so far.  Four handles on two doors.)
BUT I guess leaving the key in the ignition overnight means a DEAD battery the next day.
Since we can't get into the mechanic for the next couple days I now carry around a wrench and every time I shut the van off (at the grocery store, at the library, at the church) and I get to open the hood, loosen the bolt that holds the connector onto the battery, and remove it.
Then take the key out of the ignition.
Then retighten the battery cable onto the battery (and risk instant death from exploding battery or electrocution--I'm SURE that can happen, right?).
It's awesome fun.
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Still no library books found, but they have found a small collection of legos and are still fighting.
Grace and mercy.
Grace and mercy.
Grace and mercy.

-sigh-





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1 comment:

  1. Oh man, why do your days always sound so eerily similar to mine? is it because we're both raising boys? Or is it just kids in general?

    WHenever I ask my kids to find something, I should just stick a fork in my eye right then, because it would be less painful. It's like everything in the house becomes a large fly-trap for boys. Everything except the one thing they are supposed to be finding.

    There have even been several occasions recently when we arrived somewhere, I open the van door, and my seven-year-old is shoeless. He always looks down in astonishment, like he cannot believe there is nothing on his feet. "Oh man, I totally forgot!" Last time I just took him to church barefoot, but I don't think he was as embarrassed as I was hoping for.

    Hang in there on the battery situation~ you ROCK for even doing that. And thanks for being so real and honest, it makes me love you even more.

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