I am trying to go into the week with a super positive attitude! It's going to be just me and the girls again for the next two weeks while daddy is out of town. One minute I think,"This will be fine. I can handle it." and the next I am about to pull my hair out. lol.
BUT, I ventured out to church this morning with the girls. I decided to just go for church because I get so stressed and discouraged when I try to get to Sunday School that I don't even want to go. It involves numerous trips to the class rooms while praying that someone leaves us a big enough spot on a pew to sit when we get back. Anywho, I decided that God would rather me just go for church than not at all. Everything went smoothly during communion and singing. I took the girls to their classes and that went ok too, until Olivia saw me trying to leave her class. She screamed like she used to scream when she was a baby. It broke my heart. I waited in the hallway (hoping she would stop when she saw that I brought her a snack) and the teacher motioned that she would be fine. So, I went to my class. After church was what was so difficult, I was trying to get to Abi and KayKay's class and there were people in the way everywhere. I finally get to their class and their teacher had given them donuts right at the end of class. So they were covered in sticky and all hyped up (just in time to send them home to mom, huh. Nice). Then it was time to get Olivia and, as evidenced by the sugar all over her face, she had been given a donut too when I had asked the teacher not to. So, here we were, quiet humorous to watch I'm sure. Olivia on one hip, bible bag and purse on my arm, trying to corral Makayla(carrying her jacket, sunday school papers, bible, and olivia's snack cup) and Abigail (carrying the same). They kept getting in the road and then running off without me. Sunday school papers were blowing in the wind and we had to stop every couple of seconds to re-adjust. It was a nightmare! And they got a lecture when we got to the car.
You listened to all of my gripes to hear this: God showed me how worth it it all was. The girls were playing in their room after church and I heard them arguing. Arguing about who was going to get to say grace before they "ate" their pretend lunch. It was priceless. And Abi also lead the prayer in Sunday School today. That was my reassuarance that the effort pays off.
Yesterday the girls busted out Baby Alive. They put her in her high chair and fed her peas and beans ( baby alive food of course). They then gave her a bottle and hovered around her the rest of the evening waiting for her to poop. After seeing Baby Alive "spit up" her slimy green food, Abi said, "I don't want to have babies any more" This from the kid that wanted to have 6 kids when she is grown up (which she thinks is 16). I am so thankful for Baby Alive, lol.
Sunday after church: Still no poop!