Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Sunday, March 25, 2007
While I worked, the children stopped by the check on what I was doing, between treks into the woods for sticks, or games of Frisbee on the front lawn. They beaned me in the back of the head once. It hurt and I was not happy. Other than that we left one another alone for the most part. I have lots of muddy laundry to do, and a back hall full of wet shoes and boots to dry and bang out. Now we are all back inside. Daddy is cooking, the children are all playing or bothering one another. Mostly bothering. Oops...Daddy has paused from his cooking to deal with the bothering. I knew I loved that man!
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Now the spies/former congregation and preacher as well, are watching a Star Wars movie. And in the midst of it all, the dog even got her hair and nails trimmed, I tidied up a bit, and got three loads of laundry moved along the endless conveyor. You know, basket to washer to dryer to closet to body to basket....it never ends. The washer and dryer hum constantly. I am praying they hold out long enough for us to "find" the money for new ones. Front loaders would be nice. Right now we have a twenty year old dryer that takes 3x as long to dry as the washer takes to wash. It makes for some back up. Hubby is in the kitchen making something marvelous. I think Salisbury steaks and potato wedges. Also sauteed onions and mushrooms. Yum. He really is a marvel, particularly as the cupboards start looking empty. He can make a gourmet meal out of a can of tuna and some stale bread crumbs!
It has been a good week all in all. It is nice to have a day like today, a bit out of the routine, to reflect on it. It has been a grueling week of tantrums, and raging, and messes. Life is very messy and loud right now. We are incredibly tired. I dream of sleeping late. I dream of sleeping all day and into the next night. As I was telling my married daughter the other afternoon....just please pray for us for endurance to keep going. It's not like we need strength to do anything remarkable. There is no magical, impossible THING TO DO. It's not like we need the wisdom to say something earth shattering. There is no incredible wise THING TO SAY. It's just a thing that needs doing, day in and day out, for long years into the future. The relentlessness of it can be overwhelming, disheartening, exhausting. I hate that when I get tired I get cranky, and I let the joy get sucked out of my life. There's no need for it. I mean, you can be tired and still have joy, right?
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
The girls have never been to such a thing in all their lives, so it was pretty much off the chart for them. In addition, they and Mom all wore matching camp T-shirts over red turtlenecks. For some reason that really jazzed them up. The "twins" (11yo boy &12yo girl) ate to near incapacitation, and had to support one another through the long agonizing walk back to the parking garage. The others pretty much just drifted along in a sugar induced haze. The 6yo was still asking for "more ham".
The only real marked "weird" moment was when I was jamming last minute supplies into a backpack in the mudroom. We had not shared the definite plan for the day though speculations were running high. The 6yo looked out at me and said in a emotionless tone, "We're packin'." It took a moment to register that she thought I was packing her up to go. This was confirmed by the 9yo, who said "That's how they do it." So all the promises that they are here to stay haven't really sunk all that deep. It was encouraging to hear the 12yo shout out (in a tone which said "What, are you stupid!?") "No we're NOT!" I didn't even reprimand her for yelling at her sister!
Sunday, March 11, 2007
Today was a blast from the past, when our new Pastor and his wife showed up for a quick visit. Although this is probably their busiest day of the week, and they have six children of their own, they made time to drive way out here into the sticks to bring us communion, and a lasagna dinner. Actually, we suspect, THEIR lasagna dinner. And not just the most fantastic, mouthwatering lasagna, but bread, and salad, and doughnuts! Tons of big fat greasy doughnuts! The whole time I was overstuffing myself on this unexpected bounty, I felt loved and cared for. How can food do that? How do we tie ourselves with cords of love to another, by serving them food? It's a mystery of spiritual proportions. Well, maybe it isn't the Trinity, but it is pretty amazing.
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
Monday, March 5, 2007
Life has been hard for them lately. They lost their big sis, when their good buddy went and married her and took her away. A few days later four new sisters arrived. Now the oldest in the house, our 13 year old, was eldest of six. He, the child who NEEDS his quiet and space (to scheme how to take over the world), suddenly had none. Unless he retreated to his room with the door closed. But that was lonesome. The 11 year old took it better in some ways. He was overjoyed to have new playmates. But he wasn't the baby anymore. There were four new babies who needed and wanted Dad and Mom EVERY minute of the day. It wasn't fair, and he pouted and fumed a bit.
Now we are getting our act together in regard to the boys. It didn't take long to realize how much we all missed one another, and how important it was to make a space for us and the boys in our days. Not easy, but important. So they stay up a lot later than I would have ever let them in our previous life. It gives them time to hang out, talk with us, and of course...watch sci-fi. We let them have privileges, as long as they are discreet and don't flaunt them. Like midnight snacks. Just please don't eat up breakfast! And they sleep in a bit too. We still expect them to do their work without whining...and they usually do. We want to see a good attitude, and they do pretty well. Be kind to your sisters...they're your precious gift from God. Roll eyes.
Oh I love boys...messy, insensitive, uncomplicated boys!
Sunday, March 4, 2007
Next week the retreat season is concluded, and I startled the children with the announcement that next week, going to church will recommence. Next comes the painful decision of where to go to church. For a couple of years now, we've been attending a charming little congregation of kind folk. But our new adopted daughters are not part of that in the least. They came as the winter retreat season began, and have only been out to Christmas services. The rest of the time it has been Bible study at camp, family worship, and morning or evening prayer. So now we have to decide how to take them to a church where most of what is preached and practiced is incongruent with who we are and how we practice our faith. But it's never easy to break ties and make changes. The easy route would be to continue as we have been going for these couple of years... letting church be an unimportant part of our lives. It's startling to realize that this is indeed true. And it is even truer for our children, because we long for worship, and community, and accountability. They don't even know how to miss it.
Thursday, March 1, 2007
4 pairs snow boots, snow pants, winter coats
4 wardrobes of winter clothing (pretty much everything)
4 sets of school books
toys, games, puzzles, and books for 4 children
4 mattress covers and pillows
8 sets of sheets and blankets
8 sets of towels
car that seats 8
70-100 loads of laundry
140 showers and baths
160 grueling math lessons (and then apply that out over any other subject)
meds dispensed 210 times
280 goodnight prayers, hugs, and kisses
840 meals and counting
1680 hours of round the clock care
Ten weeks with four new daughters....priceless.