On Sunday, I volunteered to help out with our church's VBS, hoping to be disqualified on the basis of the two year old I would have to bring along. I was not disqualified, and was asked to be the story teller. Since I can't say no, especially to a good story, I said sure. I was handed the paperwork and told to be at church ready to tell my story Monday at 5:00. No problem.
Monday morning, Nathaniel woke up at 6:23. Waaay to early. I bent to pick him up and haul him back to bed, just like I do every morning, when my back decided it was not going to cooperate. Hunched over like Quasi Modo, and in searing pain, I took him back to bed and promptly collapsed on the couch. Paul brought me 100 ibuprophin (I wish), got breakfast ready for the boys, turned on the TV so they would be entranced by it the moment they woke up and scurried out the door for work. I could share every detail of the day with you, because, trust me, it was hillarious, but I will spare you the pain and simply bullet point a few of the, er, high points.
- Benton refused to watch more than half an hour of tv, because, he told me with tears in his eyes, "too much TV isn't healthy, Mom. Do you want me to do something that isn't healthy?"
- I could not get my left arm inside of my sweatshirt, so I went around with half a shirt on for most of the day.
- I made an appointment with a chiropractor at 3:30
- Nathaniel let himself out of the house 3 times.
- Kendra arrived to pick up the Bible Story book just before noon. I was flat on the couch in mismatched half on clothing and Benton was getting ready to make all of us peanut butter and jelly sandwiches all by himself. Kendra was kind enough to help him and not point an laugh at me.
- Just after noon, the cavalry, in the form of the Hammonds, arrived to take my children away. My sweet husband arranged it so the kids had a fun afternoon with friends and I didn't have to rely on the sterness of my voice alone to keep them in line.
- The chiropractor took an hour and a half to fix me in one crunch.
- I took Ben to VBS and left him there for someone else to bring home.
After VBS on Friday, I decided we all needed a treat. We stopped at Dairy Queen on the way home--way past bedtime--and ate dipped cones and made messes and laughed and laughed. It was a good end to a busy week.