I’m new here. (Clearly, because POST MUCH LATELY?!)
I’m just looking for the cool girls in the lunchroom. And by cool girls, I mean the other moms who have had a woman stop them in the grocery store, while their backs were to the shopping cart and say, “Excuse me? I’m a little worried about your child.” Worried about my child?! What?! And then it became obvious, because LO! There he was, in the cart behind me. His feet were IN the shopping cart. His hands were ON THE DIRTY GROCERY STORE FLOOR. His body was pressed up against the end of the cart, obviously UPSIDE DOWN, as he hung there, attempting some trapeze experiment that other children aren’t brave enough to try.
And if that wasn’t enough to test the Jesus in me this week, then let me tell you this: On Saturday night, we had a barbecue in our cul de sac. Oh, it wasn’t THAT which tested the Jesus in me. THAT was all fun and wonderful, because who doesn’t love sitting in lawn chairs in the middle of your cul de sac, drinking strawberry daiquiris and eating pulled pork sandwiches and homemade potato salad with all your fun neighbors? But later… when we were running well past our very-rigid bedtime schedule, Hubs and I successfully got Thing 2 to bed at 9:30. It was the easiest bedtime in the history of all the bedtimes of non-sleeping children. Brushed his teeth, put the jammies on, said his prayers, and boom! Boyfriend was out cold, because a long week of first grade will do that to a young man.
But then Thing 2 got up at midnight.
And he went back to sleep at 5:30 AM.
Now, I’m not a math genius, but I can do the subtraction there and come up with the answer of THING 2 WAS AWAKE ALL NIGHT.
EVEN COLLEGE KIDS GO TO BED BEFORE 5:30 IN THE MORNING!!!
And THAT is what tested the Jesus inside of me.
… after a shaky start last night, because we were JUST TOO TIRED TO SLEEP (because that’s a real thing, people! A real dadgum thing!)…
… we got Thing 2 asleep at 9:30, in the middle of the tears and the thirty requests for a glass of water…
… and then we had this:
So yes. If you can direct me to the cool girls, who are also exhausted and have coffee and cream in oversized soup bowls, because a mug just isn’t big enough, that would be great!
Happy Monday, y’all.