Husband must return to the rat race today. I am not thrilled with the prospect. Usually after a long weekend, I've had enough of him & am ready for him to go back to work (I know this sounds horrible, but he tends to invade my territory and upset our routines when he's home). This weekend he spent much more time not only at home, but engaged with the kids (read: kept them out of my hair for long periods of time). He took them to the playground while I shopped, then we all went for a bit yesterday. He took them out side & on four wheeler rides. He walked them to Big BIL's house. He ran them around the yard. He helped them catch baby goats to pet. He turned them loose in the calves' pen. He listened to BabyGirl read. He disciplined. He wrangled. He helped.
Not to say we didn't have our moments, but in all it was a good weekend. He even got to run off on his four wheeler all by himself and take a "long trip" a few times. Now I'm wishing he could stay home the rest of the week...but then, we were lucky as he had Friday off as well so it was an extra long weekend. At the moment we're "quietly" watching videos so he can sleep in.
Speaking of videos...yesterday morning I let BabyGirl pick one out to watch. For Christmas I got her The Little Princess & The Secret Garden in a set. Yesterday must have been the first time she sat down and watched all of The Little Princess. She's seen it before, but must not have paid attention, or must have missed big parts of it. At the end, Sarah's father doesn't recognize her (amnesia) and she is being drug off to jail by the police at the insistence of the evil Miss Menchant. Suddenly Sarah breaks through the fog of her father's amnesia and he recognizes her at the last possible moment. I was waiting for the 'hurrah' from my daughter (who was about 6 inches from the TV), when instead I heard a huge sob. She turned to Husband and me and wept uncontrollably. "That's so sad! Her Daddy didn't know her!" I felt so bad for her. In the end she was happy & loved the movie, but it was very emotional.
Yesterday it occurred to me that I am now as far along in my pregnancy as Princess was when she had HT. That's scary as I am nothing resembling ready for this baby to come. Art called last night and told me not to think about Princess & HT...she also told me she and QM are plotting to send Art & Syd up here with a chest of drawers for Bitsy (or someone...I haven't figured that out yet) and willing hands to help prepare for her arrival. QM will be here Father's Day for her family reunion and Art is planning on trekking up with her. I am so relived as I was beginning to think I'd be dressing Bitsy solely in diapers for the first few weeks (due to my lack of initiative in sorting baby clothes). Maybe she'll get to wear something cute after all.
2 comments:
Face it babe, Bitsy is a fourth child, she'll be lucky if she has clothes put on her even if you can find them, and she'll be happy as a little clam. You'd be amazed how quickly you'd be ready for her if she suddenly arrived.
alrighty then..(bruce almighty voice) let me at the house, room, bitsy's stuff and we'll whip it into shape in no time. you Put feet a dishpan full of cool water and ice and drink your ice tea..not electric ice tea..or lemonade. you can shout orders to me and the kids and we'll getter done (in my larry the cable guy voice)
I love ya...
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