I was so discombobulated this morning. I took care of the baby- she was crawling all over and playing until midnight, lucky me, and she woke up at six. She has decided to become a little bit more independent the last two nights and sometime in the middle of the night she moves into the crib that is attached to my bed and will sleep by herself for hours. I am not used to this. I’m so used to her being right next to me that it wakes me up to not have her there and I have to keep checking on her. Noah also came to our door and was crying for who knows what reason and Alex was telling him to go back to bed and I was panicking a little thinking they would wake the baby. They didn’t.
Then I did my scripture study this morning. I am only cheating myself out of peace and blessings when I am not taking it as seriously as I should. So I read and marked a couple things. When I finally got out of bed for the day I just wandered around aimlessly. So many things need my attention and I have the hardest time focusing and buckling down. Luckily the kitchen was decent. I’ve been making the kids help me after dinner. Eventually they’ll figure out I’m serious and will do it without me calling them back into the kitchen every time they wander off. Right? They will stop wandering off before the work is done, right? (Crickets chirp)
I was reading a post by a friend and the comments on the post and I realized I’m not the only one who struggles to get things done. It is comforting yet sad. Last night Alex, who is king of finding old obscure videos, found a video of “how to clean your apartment”. It was a video for missionaries that was made in the 90’s. Maybe late 80’s. I was laughing at it and then I thought my goodness, this is all common sense, right? Adults should know how to do this stuff. Making beds, doing dishes, wiping counters, etc. I said as much to Alex, who doesn’t know how to make a bed? He said our kids. Oh, right. I’ve done a terrible job. I remember my mom hounding us as kids about making our bed properly, folding our clothes just so, cleaning anything just so. I have let my kids do it how they want because done is done, right? Maybe I should be a little tougher on them. They would never agree.
I spent the rest of the day cleaning and laying with the baby during her nap- eventually. I had to lock Noah out of the room. He’s the destroyer of naps.
By dinnertime I didn’t want to cook. At. All. I was at a loss as to what to make. I pulled a bag of “bacon” out if the freezer and cooked it. Edgar brought it home the other day. I guess it wasn’t cured? It was not the bacon we all know and love. I couldn’t eat it. It was like an insanely fatty pork chop. Not good. Alex suggested I make bbq chicken and rice instead. Can I just say how much I really love my new Instant Pot. Fall apart chicken in 20 minutes. So good. So easy.
For family home evening we went to Walmart to get the food for our New Years Eve party. It was below zero outside. I don’t think our van even warmed up all the way the whole trip. In the van on the way we had prayer and a song (twinkle little star and Once there was a Snowman) and since we had a captive audience in the car reading the scriptures for the lesson was way easy since they couldn’t wander around or roll on their heads.
We bought Michael and Benjamin some snow boots since they had grown out of and worn out their old ones. Michael is now in adult sizes which means his stuff now costs $20 more than Benjamin’s. Lame.
But I will say that the kids cooperated better while cleaning up after dinner tonight. Yay!
Evangeline is crying for me. I gotta go.