I Want Some Bologna!!

I woke up looking forward to today!   A few days ago Brian surprised me by buying a silhouette cameo!  I hadn't had a chance to get it out of the box.  Today was the day that I was finally going to have some uninterrupted time to plug it in and try it out.  My two youngest boys were headed to a friend's house for the afternoon and Eden was ready for a nap. We read books, did the abc puzzle, I tried to feed them, got socks and shoes on, and it was time!  Time for me to work on something UNINTERRUPTED.  (Ironically as I finished typing that word I had to get up, change a poopy diaper, put a 3 year old back to bed, and lay down the baby.)

Disappointingly, it didn't go well.  I was trying to cut some fabric and just couldn't get the dang thing to work.  Eden woke up at 1:00.  Three sad, precious hours ruined and gone.  I felt like crying.  I peeled the fabric off of the mat and cut it out with my scissors!  Brad was like, "Did you plug it in?  Did you turn it on?"  Um, yes.  And watched about ten youtube videos trying to trouble shoot it.  I cut it out and finished my project.  I sewed Aubryn a cute (or so I thought) Christmas outfit.  She is singing in a concert tomorrow and I was trying to finish it so she could wear it.  After it was all finished, I had her try it on.  She looked less than thrilled.  I asked what was wrong.  She said quietly, "I look like a Christmas geek."  I told her she didn't have to wear it.  Eden has a matching skirt too.  I thought she would be so excited.  Maybe when you are eleven, that novelty begins to wear off.

Kids were home and it was homework time.  Thursdays are extra special because I get to loose my mind going over spelling words with three kids who spell as well as I do, which isn't great.  gnat, knot, wrap, wrote, gnaw, know, are a sampling of Reagan's words today.  How does this language make any sense?  We finished homework and spelling.  Didn't do reading exercises.  Didn't get Reagan's reading done.  Didn't get Reagan's paper written.  It was dinner time and there was no dinner.  I had scouts.  I also was looking forward to meeting up with some friends after scouts.

I ran out the door with a slice of pizza in my hand.  As I hustled past the Bishop's office he was standing in the hallway!  He's never there on Thursdays.  Must have been doing tithing settlement.  The one time I walk into the church eating pizza like a frazzled Akela running down the hall to scouts.  "Hi!"  I said with my mouth full of cheese and bread.  "Running late." I added with a half smile trying to save face.  I finished scouts early and was so excited to get to my friends when a mom called with two other boys who were coming "late".  So we did it all again.   all.  again.

When I got home I was pulled into a few more things and by the time I typed the address into google maps to navigate, it was too late.  It would take me 24 minutes to get there and they were leaving in 30 minutes.  I sadly took off my coat, hung it up in the coat room, and set down the keys.

Wesley got out of bed.  I started to walk him back to his bed, but stopped and decided to rock him like the old days.  He cuddled right into me.  I sang him our song.  It was a sweet moment.  Then James yelled at the top of his lungs from his bed, "I want some bologna!!!"