Quick recap of the day:
Houdin was invited to do a magic show for a local care center for St. Pat's day. I offered to take him to the magic shop to restock his supplies, but he didn't follow daily instructions of cleaning his room and putting away his clothes (had a huge pile of clean clothes on the floor), so he lost that privilege.
We had choir today, so I dropped the older three off at their classes and the younger two accompanied me to the pet store, where we oohed and aahed over all the exotic animals, beautiful birds and tropical fish. We then treated ourselves to Chicago dogs at a downtown favorite, followed by very yummy ice cream. I was supposed to pick some things up for FreeCycle but couldn't find the item at the given location, so I gave up.
Then it was off to Sam's Club for staples--eggs, butter, milk, apples, washcloths, sour cream, cream cheese, mozzarella and oreos (for cheesecake crust)--and then back to pick up the kids. Lost my temper with Monet because he took so long to get to the van, just shuffling his feet along to leave the building.
It's such a great thing when you hear your daughter tell you something that you've done well. Sweetheart shared with me this evening that she sometimes feels jealous of other people who have nicer clothes or prettier hair than she does, but then she remembers the advice I gave her, "It's more important to have a beautiful heart that to be physically beautiful." She said that helps her a lot, and she's so glad she has a mom like me. Wow. That was a wonderful thing to hear.
Houdin is working on a speech to present this weekend for the speech and debate tournament. He'll be presenting the reasons why one should not eat fast food. I'll be sure to post it when he's done. It's pretty good, even though he's taking forever to get it done and hasn't memorized it yet. Yikes.
And, in closing (don't you hate it when people say, "in closing" because they don't know how else to close? Well, I'm doing it. So there.), Bo and I had a pretty intense conversation about money. Something along the lines of we don't have any and he feels responsible so he doesn't want to tell me not to buy this or that, and then I do, and then we have even less money, and then I feel like garbage and he feels stressed. As I've said before, money is a major pain. Trying to maintain an eight-member household on a modest single-income and my dad's pension is quite a challenge. It's almost overwhelming. I sometimes wonder what God meant, exactly, when he assured me that I would be dressed like the lilies of the field and eat like birds. I've always felt that He would provide for us if we were obedient to Him, and now I wonder if we were somehow disobedient, as the taxes are overdue, the cars are falling apart, and my weekly grocery budget just doesn't cut it. Sigh. I wish I could do something to help, but I just can't think of what.
And now, as morning approaches, I am feeling the weight of the day.
Goodnight, world.
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