Friday, March 12, 2010

If You Were A Fly On The Wall...

in the last 48 hours, you would have witnessed:
  • Samuel dressed to go outside in his coat, underwear, and flip flops
  • me having to hold Abigail with my legs and one arm in order to administer her breathing treatments for pneumonia...every 4 hours
  • 4 loads of clean laundry on my couch
  • 4 loads of dirty laundry by the washing machine
  • 4 days of dirty dishes in/on the sink, counter, and kitchen table
  • and a partridge in a pear a tree..oops, wrong post
  • Abigail running out the back door naked
  • a woman at the park giving me a mean look because Abigail ran out the back door naked
  • the boys killing over 30 flies that are invading our house (gross!)
  • good thing you weren't a fly on the wall, eh
  • me discovering that Caleb was wearing shoes one and a half sizes too small
  • me having to ask someone to repeat very simple directions twice because it was just not registering
  • me discovering that Samuel was wearing his pants backward, at 2:00 pm, after we had been in public
  • and a whole host of other head shaking things that all lead to one thing...
  • me calling on Jesus a whole lot