The first clue things were about to unravel, was on the way to Caleb's baseball game. Jacob forgot his shoes. (At least it was only 1 boy...a trip to the mall a few years ago became 2 trips to the mall when 3 of them forgot their shoes...also known as the day "freakin'" became my favorite word - as in "when have we EVER gone ANYWHERE without our FREAKIN' SHOES?".
Anyway. Jacob got filthy walking around shoeless. Jordan got filthy pushing his cars through the dirt. They had to have baths; even though it was almost 10pm when we got home. Jordan started crying as soon as we walked in the door.
(Did I mention that Brian had to go to Beaufort right after the game?)
Sitting by the tub, assuring still-crying Jordan that the water wouldn't hurt his shot booboos, I felt something fall from my shoulder into the front of my shirt. "Something just fell down my shirt," I said loudly to the boys, beginning to panic (all gathered in my bathroom - I don't know why). "It was a spider," said Luke. To say I freaked out would be an understatement.
I jumped up, pulled my shirt over my head, ran into my room and threw it on the floor; screaming the whole time.
What kid in the tub? There was a spider. In. My. Freakin. Shirt.
I couldn't find it to kill it. I stomped on my shirt, jerked my fingers through my hair, took off my pants, and screamed some more.
I finally gave up and went back in to the bathroom to comfort still-crying, still standing Jordan, all the while channeling Indiana Jones "Spiders. Why did it have to be spiders?" And twitching like a thousand spiders were crawling on me.
I got Jordan out of the tub, and as I wrapped him up, saw the spider on my bathrobe hanging on my wall...apparantly he got the ride of his life as I threw my shirt over my head.
Telling Jordan to wait in the bedroom for me, I set out to kill the spider, which I did (and yes, I enjoyed it). About the same time, Jordan started burping; and then, you guessed it, threw up ALL OVER my bedroom floor. I rushed him back to my bathroom and managed to lean him over the tub in time for him to throw up everything he had eaten in the past 4 years...okay, not that much but he had eaten a LOT that day.
I finally got him cleaned up and in bed, and as I headed into my room to start the detoxification process, Luke informs me that he has a test tomorrow and he needs someone to help him study.
12:30am. Studying over, devotions done, carpet cleaned, bathtub sanitized...I crawl in to my bed and set the alarm for 5am. A mere 4 1/2 hours of sleep.
Sigh.
Thank you, Lord. Thanks that we HAVE shoes to forget, baseball games to get dirty at, bathtubs to bathe in (and throw-up in), boys who WANT to study, and a bed to crawl in - even if it's only for 4 1/2 hours. You are good.
But I'm still not thankful for spiders.
Joy!
Laura
