Sunday Madhouse

               

Welcome to Sunday at our madhouse.  I started to write this before church, then got side-tracked.  The girls didn't want to get out of bed.  Then they had "nothing to we-ar" (insert whine here).  I told them I would take Lupe with me, so not to worry about her.

At last, about 3 minutes before Sunday school was to start, they were rushing papa to get out of here.  He told them they weren't in a hurry when he wanted them to get up, so he wasn't in a hurry now.  Pouting, they went out to the car to wait for him. 

While they were on their way, I took my shower, put on my great red terry cloth bathrobe and went in to help Lupe get dressed.  I just took them all shopping on Thursday afternoon and purchased quite a few new things for Lupe as well as the other girls.  I could not find Lupe's new things.  They weren't in the closet, her drawers, the armoir . . . no where.  Finally I found a blue shirt and blue pants.  Of course the pants were about a foot too long, so I had to cut them off and hem them.

After hemming, I told Lupe to dress and put on her shoes and socks while I got dressed.  She could only find one shoe.  That's when the fecal matter hit the oscillator.  I looked everywhere, finding clothes all balled up and stuffed in corners and nothing much on the hangers.  I found Lupe's new clothes, still in the bag, crammed way under the bottom bunk.  Of course there were a lot of other clothes under there as well.  And waaaay over by the wall was Lupe's other shoe.  We got the shoe and went to church.

The girls are now in their room picking up, hanging, folding and separating their clothes.  I put everything I found crammed in the wrong place on their beds. They are not happy about this turn of events.  They thought today would be a play day since there is no school tomorrow.  Think again, bright angels.

I hate being the one who makes them do things.  But it seems I am the only one they take seriously.  Do I look mean or something?  Rob has the deep voice and stern words, but they shine him on.  Then the wicked witch of Ventura has to step in and make them do what needs to be done.  You know, it doesn't sound like they are getting much work done in there.  Sounds more like playtime.  Should I break up the revelry?  Leave them alone?  Go play with them.  Nahhh - I don't feel like playing right now.  I'll figure it out.  I always do.

I'm not quite sure why the Lord picked us for this task.  I guess it would be best not to try to second guess His perfect will.  I do know that since they have arrived, His blessings have been poured out upon our home and our lives. 

Rob is going to take my picture for you so you can see my new smile.  I have front teeth for the first time in years and my smile is complete.  I am so happy.  Next we do the lowers which will be just molars, to match the molars they made for me on top and so I can finally chew without looking funny.  This is also God's blessing, because we never could have afforded to do this on our own.  He deserves all the honor and praise and glory.

Okay.  I've decided to get up and be the ogre.  Wish me luck or at least pray for my sanity.  I love and appreciate you all.

Blessings,