Rules

Since moving I have developed a TV watching habit, well actually it's a HULU watching habit, because I'm not sure I would ever pay for TV. Kind of a shocker especially if you know me and know that I didn't even touch a TV for about 8 years of my life. Anyway, my schedule, after Hudson and TJ go to bed at 8pm of course, is as follows:
Mon: Once Upon a Time and recently Downton Abby
Tues: The Bachelor
Wed: Jane by Design
Thurs: Modern Family
the rest of the week I try to be social alongside my husband and baby, but I really don't care and that worries me a little. I love my new friends here, but I am just as happy to watch HULU. I recently checked out 2 books from the library, Out Stealing Horses, and Divergeant, tomorrow I promise to open one of them, after The Bachelor of course.

I should note that from 7:30am-7pm I am diaper changer, feeder, cook, paper-editor, runner, mommy, play-groupie, launder, vacume/dust/sweep/load dishwasher, repeater.

In other news of my life, Friday TJ brought home one of those hide a car key things and made a copy that only opens the door just in case, I promptly told him to take it back as I would never allow such things, and still won't even after the following experience, which happened seriously the next day!

Saturday, I am picking up TJ for lunch, and am about 10 mins early, Hudson is asleep, so I spy a bakery, I lock my car with Hudson inside walk 5 feet then look at both of my keyless hands and try not to panic, the extra key is locked in our house, the only key to our house is in my car, I could call Progressive but they might take hours to come unlock my baby, I try to reach my arm in the cracked window, because yes it is 50 degrees outside and sunny, and it's Feb, but alas I am not anorexic and my arms show that. I start to look for a kid with a skinny arm, and start to utter prayers in my mind, when a man appears from nowhere (ok that restaurant I parked in front of) with an odd metal device that oddly looks like he keeps on hand for just this sort of thing, (what he does with it when he's not out helping spacey moms who lock their kids and keys in the car, I'm not really sure nor do I want to know), he can't open it, so I kindly grab it out of his hands and open the lock, sigh, I offer him all $3 in my wallet he kindly declines, I would have given him $100 really, it's comforting to know and see God watching over us!

Sunday, I'm the new 7-8 year old Sunday School teacher at church, they announced it before Sunday School, but Hudson has pooped his pants, so I remain a mystery to parents and anxious children. I show up these kids are TESTING their boundaries (really do we have to, I just want to have fun and be loved) I quickly instate the we sit with our bottoms on the chair (not the table, the top of the chair, the window, the space heater, or the floor, sure your last teacher let you do that) rule and the we raise our hands before we talk rule otherwise we are going to learn a lot about video games and that thing you can't remember and not a lot about Jesus, cruel I know. I do try to make it fun, we share our favorite things to do outside of church (video games, video games, video games, does anyone play outside?, oh you like to skii, phew), our favorite treats, smarties, suckers and those one things you dip???, and our favorite scripture stories (mostly about Nephi, Samuel, and that one I can't remember but it's cool), I'm ready to jump into how Heavenly Father in mindful of each of them when one sweet kid asks me my favorite things (no surprise the one who likes to skii), they really were all sweet and adorable, but his sensitivity was noticed! Time is ticking on we do some activities etc, and I start to notice one girl is getting quieter and quieter, it's time to go, she runs out the door without her treat, I try to follow, but enter baby and husband, and I notice one boy has left all his stuff scattered around the room. I try to find her, I notice her dad going in the bathroom but I don't see him come out(later I find out for tissue for daughter). I get home and call her house and hear wailing in the background, apparently enforcing the raising the hand rule makes me mean and scary, gulp. I had no idea, me, I, I am capable of making another human cry and I really was trying to be so nice, I tried to give them all treats, they all had done a remarkable job with a couple reminders, I sincerely had no mean intentions in my heart, but I overlooked the sensitivity of this age! My husband was sure it was nothing to do with me, but I'm so glad I called. Her mom and I talked for about an hour we are getting ice cream this week to try and work on our relationship, poor kid. She was hard on herself for breaking the rules, so hard that she didn't feel worthy of a treat and she felt made fun of when I asked her to raise her hand before speaking. I'm not one for drama, but I am sensitive and I can remember being in her shoes, I just would have kept it inside, but it's good to know how things we do affect others. I've always been a little outspoken and insensitive or honest as I like to think, but this little girl makes me want to try harder to be a better person. Sorry about the really crappy grammar and punctuations above, but this is my blog and sometimes rules are meant to be broken, right?