I’m Sorry. Those have to be two of the most hollow words in the world, right? I hear it like a thousand times a day. I’m almost desensitized to it. It’s like I’m Sorry is thrown around just to shut me up. It is like I’m Sorry makes everything all better.
It doesn’t. I’m Sorry really just pisses me off. Slam a door. I’m sorry. Eat dinner with a friend and then ask. I’m sorry. Forget to turn a light off. I’m sorry. Break a pencil. I’m sorry. Dog barks. I’m sorry. Wake us up early on a Saturday morning. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
I would almost rather not hear anything at all. They don’t mean it. I’m not entirely sure they actually understand what it means to apologize. For anything. It is like we are playing a marathon game of Sorry in this house these days. I’m sorry makes me want to rip my ears off my head. And I would look weird without ears. How would I keep my fabulous glasses on? I mean really.
Whoever came up with I’m sorry… I kind of want to run you over with my car.
Apologies if that offends you. Heh. See what I did there?
And it’s here.
Josh is on a business trip. For 66 hours it is just me versus the three of them. Six if you count the dogs. Will I lose my mind? Will the house stay standing until Josh returns late LATE Friday night? Who knows. I know that tonight was aided by a dinner cooked by my mother, the start of yearbook, a middle school volleyball game and a new friend that lives down the street. Tomorrow night, will it flow as easily? Again. Who knows.
I knew life would suddenly get busy… but wow. Where did September go? Anyone? It is going to be Christmas before I realize it and I’m going to try to figure out where I left the rest of my year.
And school. All the different ways to get busted with school. Texting. Portals. Emails from teams. Planners. When did schools start having “teams?” Or is that my Catholic school upbringing showing itself? Ms. 13 got a phone. And then promptly got it taken away two days in a row at school. There was a possible cheating episode. Ms. 8 signed Josh’s name in her planner when she forgot to give it to us one night. Poorly, I may add. She worked so hard to make it look so good, not realizing that she would have been better off making it as sloppy as possible. We barely try anymore. We have signed so much stuff I’m contemplating a rubber stamp with my signature. I already do it at work. Why not here? Would anyone even notice? The state of Kentucky sure doesn’t.
Our first Halloween will soon be upon us. Costumes, from what I understand, is a racket.
I should really wait till everyone is in bed before I blog. I have a hard-core game of hide and go seek going on at the moment. They are excited. So our young pup is excited. And jumping. I swear, it should be a rule that when a kid screams “HELP ME” at the top of their lungs there should be blood or a dog running rampant or something.
11.5 hours down. 54.5 more to go. Cross your fingers.
So for years we have been talking about getting back to church. Josh and I grew up so differently that we knew it was important, but it never came to the forefront. We always found reasons… “nothing really fits what we want”… “maybe we will try next week”… “let’s wait for…”
Until now. After a few weeks with the kids, we realized that church just isn’t important for us, but important for them. It can give them more of a sense of belonging. It will give them the opportunity to make friends from all different areas. And to be honest, they could all use a big ol’ piece of humble pie most days.
So we hit up the new Crossroads in Florence today. It’s like they designed exactly what Josh and I had been looking for. The little kids got to hang out in the Kids’ Club. In two weeks, the teenager will get involved with the teen group (because… go figure… most teens don’t want to be at the 9:30 service. Strange.)
Another little nugget we have rediscovered… the Wii. Hell, I forgot it was hanging up behind the TV until this weekend when one of the kids asked to play. Now we have to find more Wii games. Those have got to be a lot cheaper by now, right?
And it wasn’t just a weekend of discovery for us either. This weekend, the kids went to their first wedding. They were in awe of the bride and her dress. They were confused by the linen napkins. No. Seriously. They asked where to wipe their hands. New church. And then, their first meal in a fancy restaurant. We hit Sunday brunch at the 360 in Covington. I love that brunch and I was really excited to share it with the kids. I mean, that brunch has got to have some of the best Prime Rib in town. They can’t wait to go back.
Have a great week.
Seriously. Sick kids can break your heart.
So this poor boy. This poor little boy who gets lost in the shuffle of his verbose (and I can hear the 8-year-old in my head… “I have no idea what that means” with a sideways glance, like I’m making up words as I go along) and gregarious (same situation) sisters. This boy… caught the funk. We tried. We cleaned and changed sheets and made sure they didn’t drink or eat after us… yet he still got sick. Poor thing would about break your heart with his red eyes and little cough and sniffle.
But he was a trooper all day. It had been a very long and boring weekend in the Hughes home, with both of us sick and an extra day off. They got through yesterday and this morning so we decided to take them to the festival at the church out near our house. The girls had been begging. Josh and I played a game of “Yeah, but I…” until we decided that everyone needed to go. Even sickly. And instead of fighting it, like most kids would have, he just got out of bed, put on his shoes and his new raincoat and got in the car.
And boy did it rain when we got out there. But he didn’t complain. He watched his sisters ride the rides and play the games and he just took it. Like a champ. He did get that piece of pizza he had been asking for.
And, of course, when his sister got her bike out, we heard “I’m feeling better now. Can I ride my bike?” Damn the man! Save the Empire! He was NOT going to be stopped from riding his bike and playing outside. Or at beating the rest of us at a game of Sorry. Fingers crossed he feels somewhat better in the morning.
Funny thing. Kids don’t care when you are sick. Josh and I have both been battling a cold… West Nile… whatever is the latest fad right now… for most of the week. And boy have these kids been troopers. But there is no rest for the wicked. So yesterday, after gracing them with more TV than I care to admit yesterday, we ran errands, got dinner and ice cream.
Ever been with a kid on their first trip to Graeter’s? Holy cow. I’ve been eating Graeter’s for so long, it is like a second nature to me. But watching these little eyes light up when they hit one of the famous Graeter’s Chocolate Chips? Wow. No one cared that it was about 30 degrees in there last night. They were going to finish that ice cream.
And today. With my froggy voice and my stuffy nose and my desire to just sleep the day away, I packed up mine plus a friend and traipsed over to the indoor pool. They got 90 minutes of pool time. I got to figure out how to not fall asleep while laying on a metal bench. God bless iBooks and Gone Girl. That kept me going.
But we are trucking along. The oldest has been at a sleep over every night. I’m choosing to believe it is because she is so popular and not because Josh and I are lame. The other two are looking forward to dessert tonight (without their sister… MORE TO GO AROUND) and a movie. Me? I may fall asleep on the couch covered in child. And one of these days I will wake up feeling (and sounding) like myself again.
Hope you all had a great (and dry… cause we didn’t) Labor Day Weekend.