We started off with having Eggs In A Hole. Or Eggs In A Basket. Or Man In A Boat. I’ve even heard of them being called Toad In A Hole.
I love them!
Morning was beautiful, we had a rock hunt in the yard and then the girls painted the rocks with my last little bit of paint in the house.
(Blurry picture, but very accurate.)
I spent the rest of the day talking to myself. Scolding myself actually.
“I’m so sick of waiting to live. When do we start living? We’ve been packing/moving/packing/moving for over two years now. What gives? When does it end?”
And then I say to myself, “Self, stop complaining. You have a roof over your head. Count your blessings. You are living. This might be the last day. Enjoy it.”
And then Grumpy Self says, “I hope it IS the last day. I’m tired. I don’t feel like a mom. All I feed these little people is PB&J. Our days feel like a Dr. Seuss book and I want out.”
And then I say to Grumpy Me, “The girls love PB&J! And they love Dr. Seuss! You are a mom, every day, like it or not, so be a good one. Circumstance don’t decided that!”
And then Grumpy Self says…
You get the picture.
Do you ever have to chew yourself out?
Then came my least favorite part of the day.
Brian asked what I needed. I needed two things. Would he please keep an eye on the popcorn popping while I went to the bathroom and could he take over Lexi’s bedtime.
I couldn’t do it. Not tonight.
As always, because he’s perfect for me, he stepped in and saved the day. (Thanks Hon!)
I gave the big girls some Ginger Honey Tea to soothe their runny noses and sore threats. They sipped on it while I read from Little House on the Prairie.
Maybe I do feel like a mom after all.