Snakes and Other Stuff

The boys and Becca found a bunch of snakes out in the paddies, one over three feet long and about three inches thick in the middle.. ick. But the little girls had a nice time socializing with the smaller snakes.

All is quiet here this morning. I am still in my jammies after getting everyone off to the last day of VBS. Bless those ladies for not even asking me to help this year. I did volunteer, and I help out every year, but I sure needed a break right now. I should get moving, get the laundry going, get the pool vacuumed, etc before heading out to the VBS Finale picnic.

I realized yesterday, when I was alone on my way to my favorite activity...shopping... that it is not necessarily good to have too much time to think. Some of the things I am continually needing to address: how to get people to wipe better... or wipe at all for that matter, what to do about pooped up toilet paper that keeps turning up in the laundry, who keeps ripping holes in my desk chair, broken chairs, crayon scribbling all over the tongue and groove cedar in the bathroom, poop all over the toilet seat with one out of three toilets plugged up at any given time, and on and on, would make a yuppie parent of two (count 'em TWO TIME CONSUMING CHILDREN, as in: "How can you stand that many kids? My TWO drive me nuts!) go for prozac. No, that is same old, same old in this house.

The stuff I contemplate in the wee hours of the night and on lonely trips to Wal-mart: How to keep someone from burning down the house (You are right Cindy... psych eval for him and the other three, too...), how to keep bio kids childhood one they will look back on with happiness and not hate us for what we put them through, how best to address a little girl that probably will never live on her own, has some anger issues (a whopping understatement) and cannot control her eating behaviors, how to help a 4, 6, 7 and 9 year old that have felt/been abandoned by pretty much everyone in their life, how to move beyond my utter frustration and anger regarding the manipulative behaviors of the four year old, how do I teach kids that lie by nature, not to lie?? And the bottom line for everyone: How to make sure that EVERYONE knows beyond a doubt where their salvation lies? By the time I get to Wal-mart (about 90 minutes away), I am wiped out.

Praise God for a new day. Praise God for forgiveness and for reminding me that it is not all up to me. I know that God will give grace sufficient for the day, and that is all I need (and maybe a lobotomy, haha). Enough thinking... I am going out to vacuum the pool. Maybe I will skip the taco lunch VBS finale... after all, the kids will do it again at John's other church in August. I could go then, right??