My wonderful husband let me sleep in this Sunday morning. I'd taken my medicine later than normal last night so I didn't pop out of bed at my usual early bird time. The scary part is he woke me only 15 minutes before we were to meet his younger brother & our sister-in-law & 2 of their friends for breakfast. Luckily I'm low maintenance, at least in the foo-foo department. I slapped on some clothes & did my best to spackle "morning-face" away, tossed hair in a monster clip & off we went. Hubby dear had gotten the boys ready. Our oldest son had spent the night with friends & we all know about daring daughter, so it was just the 5 of us this morning.
Bless his heart, he tried I tell you. However he didn't notice that 3 yr old had pants on backwards, shoes on wrong feet & mis-matched socks. Oh well, we were once again at the truck stop so we'd fit in. Service was better this time, food was good & it was hot.
Visiting with family & friends was fun too. Our sister-in-law is 4 months pregnant. My brother-in-law's daughter from his first marriage is 6. Her mom is a nurse. Our niece informed her step mom, "you get babies from having sex" then asked "did you have sex with my daddy?" Being completely shocked, her step mom answered, "What?! No." This lead to the next question, "Oh, who'd you have sex with?" Now completely flustered & questioning the whole institution of family she finally answered, "Well, yes I had sex with your daddy, but that's only for married people OK?!" somehow the conversation ended & my sister-in-law's face managed to return from nuclear radiation red to it's normal, pretty complexion.
At one point we made the mistake of asking how their motel/hotel room was. They arrived later in the evening & for some bizarre reason had a difficult time finding an available room. Finally they found a place to stay. Once tucking into bed a glance at the wall revealed very visible blood stains, also found on the lamp shade. My brother in law went to wash the road trip-grime off & wasn't able to even get hot water. I asked if they complained to management about the horrors of their room. In typical, lovable family humor fashion Kiley responded, "Heck no, we saw what happened to the last person that complained! Maybe that's why we got the 10% off coupons for the truck stop."
We enjoyed our breakfast & made it out with no huge embarrassments or problems. My husband had once again lured the boys into good behavior with promises of a gumball or whatever from the quarter machines. It worked. He offered sage parenting advice to his sister-in-law & all other interested parties at the table: 95% of parenting is bribery. Once in the parking lot we went over to see our family member's new boat. The 3 yr old dropped his jawbreaker. I was able to notice this & holler to my husband to retrieve it before said 3 yr old put it back in his mouth. Not in possession of it now, he began to fuss a bit. Now, I've got to say, I've NEVER seen my husband in more of full on father mode until this moment. He stuck the jawbreaker in his mouth to wash it off, spit out debris, asphalt & what not & shook it off then gave it back to 3 yr old. Way to boost those immune systems huh?! I almost lost my breakfast right there & I don't mean dropping my to-go box. Later, little guy dropped it again. This time Dad splurged on an extra quarter & got him a new one.
On the way back home from breakfast I could not help but ask, due to poor memory & stress, what our plan of action was for our daughter- natural consequences & let her live where she wants etc or pull the plug & get the ball rolling in the right direction ourselves. If we do so, it may prompt her to just continue to pull away from us, the other way, while natural consequences may be more harsh than we'd like. We were reminded that we need to be more discreet & not discuss these things when 7 yr old may over hear us. He is already asking questions about where Sissy is. Sad but just part of life. I keep reminding myself we are all just clay on the Potter's wheel, being molded & shaped as God needs & wants us to be. So far I think I'm at the lopsided bowl stage but maybe someday I'll be a beautiful vase. I'm sure I'll be dropped & crack to pieces but actually that's a great analogy for my current circumstances! haha, without the pretty vase part, just a broken lopsided bowl. lol.
Speaking of which, I started crying when I broke a glass while emptying the dishwasher this morning. Husband, being male, was responding with: " It's just a stupid glass, no big deal, why are you crying?" Well, apparently, it isn't the glass that's broken & bothering me, it's our family. Something good comes out of everything - we must be getting set up for a doozie of a payday huh? As I wrote this I was interrupted just receiving a call from a former neighbor & family friend. The mom was at work, calling just to let us know our daughter is at her home doing well. God is great, there was my doozie of a payoff!!!
Be Blessed Dear Readers!
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