Monday, February 4, 2019

The Stuff of Nightmares


Being a mom is hard sometimes.

YES, it's a great blessing
and YES, I'm tremendously grateful for the opportunity,
but it doesn't change the fact that it is definitely a stretching experience.

Today's trip to the grocery store was rather dismal.
Maxwell was running away from me,
the kids were blocking annoyed shoppers as I tried to corral them patiently,
Benson was sick with a cold and fussy and ready to eat so I opened the box of Cheerios in the cart and started feeding him,
and I finally set him down on the grimy floor,
scooped up Maxwell and put him in the cart's baby seat so he would stop running away from me,
and then continued on my way with Benson in my arms.

Have you ever held 23 pounds of fussy baby who likes to fling himself in all directions while pulling a cart loaded with $270 of groceries with a mad 2 year old in it, keeping track of a 5 year old, crossing things off the grocery list, and trying to keep track of coupons?
It's not the most pleasant experience in the world,
and I think if I got a dollar every time someone stopped me to say,
"You've got your hands FULL!"
I just might be rich.

But somehow I juggled everyone and everything and made it out to the car,
came home,
unloaded everything,
put away groceries,
fed the boys lunch,
nursed Benson,
changed two diapers,
noticed I forgot to use my coupons,
got two out of three boys settled for naps,
and was working on the third when I heard footsteps.

And they sounded like they were coming from Benson's room.

I froze, certain my ears were playing tricks on me.
I crept down the hall and stood outside Benson's room, listening, when I heard knocking.
Not on the front door.
Coming from his bedroom.

I flung the door open and he was sound asleep in bed and nothing was amiss.
I checked on Lincoln, who was also still in bed.
But the noises persisted!
What was going on?!?
I peeked out the window and saw, to my horror, a ladder leading up to Benson's window.
This was the stuff of my nightmares.

My heart was racing and I was ready to shoot someone to defend my little ones
when I had the presence of mind to look and see if a maintenance worker was here.
A quick check out the front window revealed that a roofing company was indeed here and the footsteps and knocking sounds were coming from the roof!

I sent our landlord a text to see what was going on and apparently she asked the company when they were available to come and, instead of telling her, they just showed up. So she had no idea they were coming either.

It's all very laughable now, but seriously.
I just about had a heart attack.

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