Sunday Blues

We all had a good day at church... and then we came home. Duhn duhn duhn... I had this impression to call somebody. I was exhausted and today was one of those days I knew I needed help. I did not heed the prompting, call it pride, I don't know who and don't want to call and disrupt someone's Sabbath. So I laid down on the couch to get a nap while the kids were playing in the living room. I woke up to Elijah saying, "Mom, Rachel's cutting your towels with the scissors!" One of my brand new Christmas gifts from a dear friend, brightly colored kitchen cloths. Rachel had cut the corner off of one; but that was not the bad news. The kitchen floor and all surrounding areas were flooded with water and ice cubes from the refrigerator. My kids made a water park by pushing the buttons to make water and ice come out and they all three were soaked! No problem, we cleaned it up with large bath towels. A while later, Tiffany had foloowed the kids upstairs and was now crying. I told all of them they need to come down and play. I went up and raised my voice following behind the laggers clapping my hands to get them moving. I stayed behind to straiten a few things and when I was walking down the stairs I saw Elijah in the dining room with his pants to his ankles spraying across two chairs hitting his sister in the back and the wall in front of her! I said, "Stay right there!" NO, I did not grab the camera. I grabbed the "spanking spoon" and whopped his bum once, then texted Ben ~ Finally broke the wooden spoon~. I sent him to the naughty step and when I asked him, "Why did you pee in the dining room and not go to the bathroom?", he replied, "I didn't know where it was." "Bull shit!" I yelled. And this is after I just put down the Power of a Positive Mom book I'm reading. We get out the play doh and have fun together when I hear glass shatter in the famous dining room. I say, "What broke?!" Rachel had poured out salt all over the table and dropped the shaker on the ground. I'm telling you it takes like one minute for things to happen and if it was anybody else I'd be laughing. Finally the Bishop drops by for dinner and everyone is happy because they are eating. (Not on ice, pee, or salt because it had been cleaned up.) When daddy takes tired and crying Rachel into the living room she throws up all down his back. Anyway, I got in the tub (literally) with Rachel and put the kids to bed all by 7:23 p.m. While Ben and I are doing dishes together I'm telling him about my day and said I feel so bad for him that while he is having the Spirit with him all day and listening to everybody elses hardships, he comes home to a yelling spanking wife who offends his Spirit. After Ben asked if I was done confessing. He said, "Oh yeah, like you have a perfect husband that does everything right and doesn't make mistakes." "You see? It puts a lot of pressure on me!", I said. We both laughed. And now we have the night to ourselves.