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10:03 AM
Rough start to the day at the Stetler house.
Baby girl with a fever and snotty nose was restless all night.
Eric was out of the house before the sun came up this morning.
Boys slept in, which was good, but it made for a super rushed morning to make it to the school bus. Trey Stetler has one speed...super slow.
In the middle of the morning rush Miss Cora located the open bottle of baby tylenol with an unsecure lid (sleepy mommy in the middle of the night) and hid behind the chair in her room to finish of the bottle, approximately 8 pills or "candies" according to Cora. I caught her as she was popping the last one in her mouth.
While on the phone with poison control, the three boys decided it would be a great time to serenade me with the loudest possible version of "Red Solo Cup" which is quite possible the dumbest song ever written. I hate Toby Keith.
It's 9:45. Cora is back in bed. The older two are at school. Evan just finished off a nice temper tantrum and has settled into Return of the Jedi. I'm blogging and should be showering.
All of this on a high stress day for me already. I will be representing our elementary school tonight at the Kenyon Winter Activies Fair and I have to be there by 4:30. I have taken on the role of volunteer coordinator at our school and I'm still trying to figure out the best way to do the job. For my personality this fair leads to a decent amount of anxiety. I'm responsible for coordinating schedules of about 150 students. Tonight I'm recruiting new volunteers.
AND...my heart hurts for my oldest. They lost last night in double overtime. Which sucks, but isn't the real issue. Riley didn't play at all in either of the two overtimes, and he's old enough now to know why. I was there for the first half and he played well, but the closer the game got the more time he spent on the bench. My heart doesn't hurt because he was benched, or because they lost. It hurts because my little boy is losing his sense of awesome...that innocence that each child has when they assume that they are the very best at everything. Little girls think they are awesome ballerinas, little boys think they are awesome football players...you know what I mean. Kids think they are awesome. Then one day we suddenly grow up, and we realize that maybe that isn't true...maybe someone is better than us. We lose our confidence, we become timid. Each week my 10 year old loses a little more confidence, a little more of his awesomeness...and as his mother it is simply one of the most painful experiences I have ever had. To me, Riley Stetler is simply amazing and I want him to know that every minute of every day.
So, here we go. Another day...a day without their daddy because he's out of town for a bit. Another day where I have the ultimate privilege of being their mommy and dealing with all the emotions that come along with that...joy, pain, guilt..all of it. This job is not for the faint of heart, but with God's strength we will try our best to take it all in stride and just love each other through it.
Baby girl with a fever and snotty nose was restless all night.
Eric was out of the house before the sun came up this morning.
Boys slept in, which was good, but it made for a super rushed morning to make it to the school bus. Trey Stetler has one speed...super slow.
In the middle of the morning rush Miss Cora located the open bottle of baby tylenol with an unsecure lid (sleepy mommy in the middle of the night) and hid behind the chair in her room to finish of the bottle, approximately 8 pills or "candies" according to Cora. I caught her as she was popping the last one in her mouth.
While on the phone with poison control, the three boys decided it would be a great time to serenade me with the loudest possible version of "Red Solo Cup" which is quite possible the dumbest song ever written. I hate Toby Keith.
It's 9:45. Cora is back in bed. The older two are at school. Evan just finished off a nice temper tantrum and has settled into Return of the Jedi. I'm blogging and should be showering.
All of this on a high stress day for me already. I will be representing our elementary school tonight at the Kenyon Winter Activies Fair and I have to be there by 4:30. I have taken on the role of volunteer coordinator at our school and I'm still trying to figure out the best way to do the job. For my personality this fair leads to a decent amount of anxiety. I'm responsible for coordinating schedules of about 150 students. Tonight I'm recruiting new volunteers.
AND...my heart hurts for my oldest. They lost last night in double overtime. Which sucks, but isn't the real issue. Riley didn't play at all in either of the two overtimes, and he's old enough now to know why. I was there for the first half and he played well, but the closer the game got the more time he spent on the bench. My heart doesn't hurt because he was benched, or because they lost. It hurts because my little boy is losing his sense of awesome...that innocence that each child has when they assume that they are the very best at everything. Little girls think they are awesome ballerinas, little boys think they are awesome football players...you know what I mean. Kids think they are awesome. Then one day we suddenly grow up, and we realize that maybe that isn't true...maybe someone is better than us. We lose our confidence, we become timid. Each week my 10 year old loses a little more confidence, a little more of his awesomeness...and as his mother it is simply one of the most painful experiences I have ever had. To me, Riley Stetler is simply amazing and I want him to know that every minute of every day.
So, here we go. Another day...a day without their daddy because he's out of town for a bit. Another day where I have the ultimate privilege of being their mommy and dealing with all the emotions that come along with that...joy, pain, guilt..all of it. This job is not for the faint of heart, but with God's strength we will try our best to take it all in stride and just love each other through it.
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