My love-hate relationship with rice
This is why I don’t often cook rice for Carson. Betsy made less of a mess than he did at dinner tonight.
Ben is out of town until Wednesday and while in my dream world that means I get really serious about getting stuff done, I know that after the kids go to bed I am realistically not in the best state to tackle a bunch of projects. I do have grand plans to finish crafting for Betsy’s party, clean out my closet, deep clean the bathroom, get started on putting pictures in the frames I hung in the dining room and finish The Meaning of Marriage. That lists makes me laugh. I am pretty sure none of that will actually happen. Especially the reading part. Who am I kidding?!
I did decide on, buy and order all the candy I need for Betsy’s party. It felt good to get that done today even though it meant going to Wal Mart (where Carson flipped out) and taking the kids on an errand after naps that didn’t get us home until 6, which is about an hour after Betsy normally eats. But she was a trooper.
This afternoon Betsy took a short nap, 40 minutes I think. I got her up, but she just kept crying and rubbing her eyes so I brought her back upstairs, turned her noisemaker on and rocked her for a while. I did not expect her to fall asleep, but she did. I do not remember the last time I got to hold her and watch her sweet little face make funny faces while she slept. It was so very sweet and special and I loved it, even though an hour of my afternoon was spent doing that instead of doing laundry. It was well worth it and I wouldn’t have traded it for anything. A woman at Wal Mart reminded me today to appreciate this time. She said, “I know people tell you this all the time, but you don’t get this time back, when they’re little like this. So try to appreciate all of it.” I’m glad she reminded me of that today. I know she’s right and I’m so blessed to be able to stay home with Carson and Betsy.
