PORTIONS...

It has been a couple of days....
like ...it has BEEN a couple of days.
Days that were longer than I wanted.
Days full of punishment and consequences and Lysol.
Friday started out well, but ended with me picking MC 2 up from school for disciplinary issues and MC 1 bringing home a behavior report, a bad one.
The wee hours of Saturday morning found me nursing HH along as he fought a stomach virus, and not well might I add.
I did not know humans could roar like jet engines, but it seems that can.
So much so that it awoke the MCs.
Saturday night I was able to go watch my sister's basketball team advance to next level of the play-offs. Other sister and hubs had already coached their game and advanced as well! WHOOP!
Sunday, I herded the XY chromosomes and we headed to church.
Topic - parenting.
Result - HH and I have got to do this better. Of course him being sick did not facilitate a discussion, but one is coming, and soon.
The testosterone took over the house Sunday afternoon as we watched more History channel in one afternoon that I have in my life.
Swamp People and Ax Men, and they went on for HOURS....
So, MC 2 is banned from the bus for at least a week, if not longer, in the mornings, which means I take him to school. HH is still not up to snuff, and I feel like I have lost control of my house. Which is how I usually feel when I get stressed. The need to organize and control things.
BUT, God....
is still good,
still on the throne,
still doing a work in me,
still loving me.
So this, too, shall pass.
I realize there are much worse things people are going through.
Much.
However, this was my plate this weekend.
Fortunately, Jesus is my portion to go on that plate.
He is enough.

You are my portion, O Lord;
I have said that I would keep Your words.
I entreated Your favor with my whole heart;
Be merciful to me according to Your word.
Psalm 119:57-58 (NKJV)

WHAT ABOUT LOVE?

I was so excited when I received the note telling me MC 1 had to make a Valentine's Day box.

I fondly remember those boxes from my childhood and could not wait to share that with him.

I bought construction paper with reds and pinks.

I bought the little paper "lace" hearts to put on it.

I went all out girl mode.

Mistake.

I have boys.

Rough boys.

Here is MC 1 working on his box.

(I apologize for the picture but since my camera is elsewhere I had to use my phone)

Looks promising, right?

uhmmmm.......no.....

Here is his finished product....

Those would be flames, because we are apparently making a Harley motorcycle box.

I thought the theme was love but evidently I was wrong.

Unless we say it is for the love of the motorcycle.

Oh....and there is more.

Check these out...

Apparently, every motorcycle themed Valentine's box worth it's salt has crossbones on it.

cue Sir Elton....

Can you feel the love tonight?

I know some of you are reeling asking why I would allow my child to decorate his box so.

First, I am picking my battles.

I drew the line at the request for a skull.

Flames and dog bones I can live with.

Second, it is not my box.

I guess I felt I needed to let him have ownership of it and do what he wanted, within some boundaries.

To my future daughter-in-law, I am sorry.

I promise we are working on this.

I can't promise you he will be Mr. Romance by the time you get him, but I am trying.

Don't judge him by the box.

The love is in his heart...

Some where.

Happy Valentine's Day!

IT'S IN THE BAG

It's a shot in the dark.

However,

since a man child decided to do

underwater recon

for his army guys during bath time

with my camera,

it's all I got.

Prayers appreciated.

So is advice.

About the camera.

Boundaries, peeps, boundaries:)

ACCORDING TO MARK....

this was supposed to go south of us.

It didn't. I honestly don't think I EVER used all my snow days while I was in school. The MCs have. They do not, however, believe in wasting any of their snow day sleeping in. These were taken about 5:45 that morning.

They begged and pleaded for us to make a snowman so the next day we did. I am still in awe of how you can roll this stuff up like carpet. That right there tells you my limited snow experience.

This was the "man" about five seconds after we finished.

Boys.....geesh:)

HER NAME...

is Abigail.

REPRIEVE

I have been substituting at our local high school and elementary this past week.
I am grateful for the work, and just as grateful for the break.
Monday was fine. Junior high math.
Tuesday, I was MC 2's teacher.
Let's just say you know things did not go well when you move your own child's clip to orange, which is one step away from the principal's office. I came home to find that the feline in my house loves our flannel sheets as much as HH and I do. He was buried at the bottom of the bed. Then I moved onto checking MC 1's backpack and his papers were less than stellar. The frustration level was through the roof, so I consoled my self with a bowl of ice cream.
I know, Dicky V. does not give a better play by play.
Yesterday it was back to Junior High.
As you can see, for someone who has not worked for 2 years, it was a lot.
It has been really cold here. Cold enough for me to put our three dogs in our garage when it got dark. Tuesday night, around 10:45, HH and I heard a dog barking. We were greatly confused as to how our dogs could have escaped. HH got up and checked. It was Buddy. Ya'll, it was the saddest thing. He kept barking for his friends. Same thing happened last night, same time, and he was here when we got up this morning. Bless his heart. He does love to come and play. They run and tackle and bite and run some more and just have themselves a grand old time. If he got here sooner, I would throw him in the garage as well.
I have more to tell you about the book Be Intolerant,by Ryan Dobson, I just finished but that will have to wait for another day. The quietness and coffee are calling me.
Hope you guys have an awesome day.

CHECK BACK TOMORROW.
RECOVERING FROM YESTERDAY!