My Not So "Little" House

Some of you have more children than I do.
Some of you were raised with more siblings than my children have.
If that is the case for you, this post will feel like "home".

But...some of you have less children and some may have none.
For you, I will say, "Read on with caution." Some things that happen in
our not so "little" house may offend you. But, these things are true and for
those who are looking for a little bit of "aaaahhh, I'm not the only one." or
for the curious in nature who just wonder what it's like to have 7 children...
I share.

Do you remember the post when I shared about Caeleen's little "gifts" she's been
leaving me in the bath?


Well-let me paint tonight's scene for you.

Two tucked in bed, two sick on the couch, one doing homework and...
the two youngest girls in the tub.

The older yells for me to come quick and of course, she's done it again! I "scoop", "dump", "flush", "clean the tub" and refill for them to both get back in and clean off.

Not long after I hear the baby calling, "Mommy...where are you?" over and over. I go in to find her standing up in the tub-arms up-very-very ready to get out.

The other...well..here's the part you may want to skip if you are a bit squeemish! She was lying in the tub. Water up to her ears. Eyes closed. Relaxing. Oblivious to the fact that the little culprit struck again!!! This time with what would have been a diaper blow out. I am not kidding-the entire tub of water was dark brown. The entire tub of water!!!!!!!

Here's the best part. It just doesn't faze me anymore. I gently tapped the older. Said, "You need to get out of the tub-now-and go down stairs to have a shower."

Here's the even better-best part. It didn't faze her either! She sat up, saw the brown water, got out quickly, wrapped in the towel and headed down to the shower. Amazing.

There was a time when that scene alone would have made me sick to my stomache. Never mind the task of cleaning it-or the thought of being my daughter lying in it.

Well-if you've made it this far-you are a trooper-or a glutton for punishment. :)
I'm off to spend some time with my hubby...
Have a blessed night friends!

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Harassed at McDonald's Drive Through!

I'm a busy Mommy.
I don't have time for a lot of things...
Least of all, time to drag 7 children out of the car and into McDonald's when all we want
is to cash in a few freebie coupons!
Not to mention that the baby is sleeping-so I'm REALLY not going to go in.
Aaaaahhh! Drive throughs.Wonderful.
I think a Mom invented them.
And so, like so many other Mommies in a rush, I pull into the drive threw.
There is one catch, though.

My driver's side window is broken. Can't go down-if it slides down-can't go back up. 

I am on strict orders to NOT TOUCH THE WINDOW!

Well, I'm a busy Mommy,
but also a  resourceful Mommy!
I just pull up to the little talking order taking machine and...open my door!
No problem! Since the window broke-I've done this many times.
I'm far past feeling embarrassed about it-it's just the way it's got to be!

Until today.

While trying to give my order to the talking order taking machine, I hear a loud, booming, man voice from behind my truck. I have a suburban. It's long. And the engine is running. And I'm talking. This was a loud voice.
It yelled,
"AAAWW! JUST GO INSIDE!!!!!"
Maybe "growled" would be a better word for it.

I was stunned. 

Being harassed in the drive threw? Why? Because I had my door open instead of my window down? Why should he care?? Or, maybe it was the large number of coupons I was holding and ordering with that perhaps made him panic we might be all day?
I (already having my head out my door, mind you), answered him,
"I can't. I have A LOT of children in the car and one is sleeping."
He continued to say more but at this point I was flustered and trying to focus on my Caramel Frappe!!

When I was at the window, ready to pay, I apologized to the cashier that she could not hear my order. I explained that the driver behind me had yelled at me.
He, still having his window down apparently, started yelling again,
"WHAT!? I did not yell at you! Come on! Give me a break! You are exaggerating!"

"If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone."

Romans 12:18

Even, crazy, impatient, growly, men behind you at Micky D's!!!