The kids have been feeling better, and Jacki was really excited to go to the library. I told her it didn't open until 10. She looked at the clock and said it was nine (she doesn't understand how read the minutes yet.) We read a few books and then went. We had gone a couple of blocks when she told me that she needed to put her seat belt on. I told her that we need to wear seat belts so we can be safe. She said, "Ya, and if we don't, the policeman will run us over." It took me a second to realize that she meant to say "pull us over." I told her that they pull us over not run us over. She told me that there weren't any policemen out, so I went back to telling her that we need to wear seat belts so that if we get in a wreck we don't go through the windshield. She couldn't understand why that would happen. So, we moved on to eye spy.
On a different note, I felt like I needed to quit my job at the end of October for a lot of reasons that I won't go into. I have really tried to enjoy being home with the kids, but I admit that there are times that I miss work. Whenever I hear stay at home moms say that they love every minute and there is nothing they'd rather be doing, I wonder what's wrong with me. Last night for example, Jacki and I were making dinner- potato logs, and I told her she could do the shaking after I finished cutting up the potatoes. When I was ready, I yelled to her, and she didn't answer me. I went up to find her. She was in her bathroom with poop all over her and in her pants. I dropped everything to clean up the mess and give her a bath. We had a talk about not messing her pants.
After dinner, we were hanging out on my bed getting ready for scriptures, and I smelled poop. I didn't know if I was just imagining it, but it wouldn't go away. Ty came in and told Jacki she stunk and had to go take care of it. It turns out she had pooped her pants again....de ja vu....So, like I said it was one of those moments when I wasn't loving being at home. I talked to Ty about it, and he said that there are plenty of times that he would take poop and doing dishes over what he has to do, and I realized once again that there is poop that we all have to deal with (literal and figuratively.) I know that work isn't a fairytale either. I've been there, but this last time that I did work I tried to really appreciate the opportunity, even though I didn't love everything about it. I've realized that those people that say they love their jobs (stay at home mom, career, whatever it may be.) don't love the crap, but they don't let it ruin everything else that they do love. I won't ever love changing poopy diapers.
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