Oh My Lanta! I know that it has been forever and a day since I last blogged, but seriously I am having to prioritize and unfortunately blogging has become low on the priority list. I know...sad right? Seriously blogging is something that makes me happy, but I just have to give up on being so dedicated to writing every day. I however have not given it up. I just had to share this story with you all as I just thought my life couldn't get any crazier.
It all began yesterday. A typical Sunday, but see it really wasn't because I was up from 1-5 because I was dealing with a child who was afraid of bugs and then I couldn't fall back to sleep. I seriously struggle with this not falling back to sleep thing and it totally makes me a cranky and irritable person. So regardless to say I was on edge yesterday and the kids well were taking things up a notch. To the point where Tyler and I were discussing how fabulous that bottle of local wine would taste late afternoon. We just had a few things to complete before our day could wind down. Church and the musical Pete the Cat were the two obligations and then we could tend to our laundry, dinner, and being a family.
We successfully made it through both things and honestly the kids occupied themselves nicely up until after dinner. Then sheer fatigue set in for all of us. At one point I was getting a graphic ready for my MOPS group and was messaging another momma, and while doing this my kids were fighting like cats and dogs and my husband was doing the dishes. I was striving for mom and wife of the year at that point (nope!). I just wanted to get my graphic done, get the kids to do 30 minutes of cleaning with me, and then it was pajama time. It all worked out. All three things were completed and then my kids realized that the neighbor kids were all still playing outside. It was 7 pm and my kids need to wind down. I know I may seem like a cruel momma, but these babies need their sleep and I don't care if the entire neighborhood is having a party or carnival, they were not going outside but rather getting ready for bed. Then the tears came. You know those tears of "It's not fair" or "You're the meanest more ever". I just love those phrases, said no mom ever!
So at this point we were all losing our minds and that fabulous local wine had definitely stopped warming my insides and I just needed folks to be in bed. It was agony. I felt like I had gone to war and I was about ready to just lay on my sword and admit defeat, but I couldn't let the little humans win right? And it would all be over soon, right? Well everyone was in bed, crying when of course more chaos had to occur. Seriously Lord, I am not sure I could handle any more at this point, but he had a little message for me.
That message was delivered to me as I read a Little Critter book to my son, praying that Audrey would stop crying like a crazy person, and then the noise downstair begun. The only thing downstairs was our cat on our deck. See our deck is an enclosed deck that has no steps so it is the best outdoor cage for an indoor cat who wants to seek adventure. She basically takes cat naps out there and on hot days I fear she is baking her insides. But Sunday night, that glorious evening of just hoping the kids could would go to sleep and I could have a little peace was quickly interupted by loud banging, meowing, screeching, and nails scratching on glass and linoleum.
I hear all the commotion and throw the book at Ayden and run downstairs. I knew the cat had something, and honestly I had no idea what, but when I got downstairs I found our cat in a very proud stance with one paw on a poor sparrows neck. Seriously this cat was pausing for me as all these tiny feathers were floating all around my kitchen floor. Imagine someone getting caught in a pillow fight with down pillows and all the pillows drifting around, that was the scene I walked into except I had a cat ready to slaughter a bird and all I could think about was what a mess that thing would make if it flew around our house if the cat had already slashed it.
I don't even know how this worked out so perfectly, but I pushed the cat out of the way and scooped up the bird. The poor thing looked at me with the eyes of gratitude and the cat began meowing and trying to climb up my leg. Seriously cat, your fun is over. While all this is going on, low and behold, Tyler has no clue what is going on. I had to yell upstairs for him to open our basement slider so that I could place the bird on the grass because I had no idea how much damage may have been done. Tyler of course was shocked to see me holding a bird and all I can think is how did you not hear all this going on? Then again he was in the room with wailing Audrey so I guess I should cut him some slack.
I released the bird and it miraculously flew out of my hands and went about its evening, all while I am thinking this did not happen. Like seriously how in the world do these things happen to the Evans' family. It is little chaos that just makes me laugh. I know see the message as I wake up with new eyes for a new day. We were to not sweat the small stuff, you know the screaming and crying, because even though it may seem like a big deal at the time it really is nothing compared to having a cat sit on your throat with her claws out and ready to go in for the kill. There are days I feel like my kids are sitting on my waiting to go in for the kill, end my sanity right then and there, and then I have to remember guess what they are kids. And you know what makes it even easier to get through that though? That there is fabulous wine that can always help bring the chaos view down a notch or two.
Happy Monday folks!
