The day began with this:
I didn’t get out of my room fast enough this morning, and my amazing children started their homework while I got ready for the day… which meant Kyrie had access to the crayons, which she used on the wall(s).
I got the magic eraser and gave it to her to scrub off the crayon.
She informed me she was too sick to clean it up.
I informed her she wasn’t too sick if she was well enough to color on the wall in the first place
She told me she might die.
I told her to go out with honor.
It was one of those days where everything went miraculously smoothly. Homework got finished, progress in math and reading unfolded, chores got done, and we still (obviously) spent a lot of time playing.
I even took a nap, I think.
We bragged on the children, and how well they had done. We wanted to point out how our “good day” happened from being kind to each other and following directions. Every morning the children pray “help us to have a good day” and we have been encouraging them to pray more specifically about what a good day looks like and what kind of help they need to make that happen. This morning Kirk prayed for help “that we can be kind to others and follow directions” – and today they did! So we wanted to point out, to help them feel and experience how that specific prayer really did unfold and was answered and did impact us as a family.
They were very proud of themselves, really and we made a fun dinner with carmel corn as a treat for dessert to celebrate.
And then someone (reluctantly) confessed to dropping a bottle of bubbles down the lint trap of the dryer.
Because that’s parenting, the experience of caring for others through the mess of mortality.
“Fathers and mothers, your foremost responsibility is your family. By working together you can have the kind of home the Lord expects you to have. By showing love and consideration for one another and for your children, you can build a reservoir of spiritual strength that will never run dry.”
~ Spencer W. Kimball
Mortality was, at least, cooler today.
And my new cochlear implant processor batteries went out tonight as I was typing this, so that’s how long they lasted. I can’t remember anymore when I got them, so that’s no help in figuring out how long they lasted. It was somewhere between three and four days, I think.
So that’s two batteries per ear, so four batteries twice a week, so eight batteries a week. I think I might have enough to last until Christmas. Maybe my flex card starts over in January.
If not, maybe I will just have the children draw some batteries on the walls or fish some out of the lint trap of the dryer.