Tonight I wrote a friend: I'm "mothering" three boys now. Lukas, 4 on Tuesday (WHAAAA???), a little boy Will (3 in May), and a baby who is 3.5 months. Yeah. I know, right? Loooooots of learning going on here. About me. About all the inhumane thoughts going on in my head when they don't stop arguing, or just get all whiny and throw a fit (Will) or poop outside randomly one day in the apt. complex landscaping (not Will), and just think: "I'll laugh. Because otherwise I might cry. Or freak out. Or say very unrighteous things." LOL
Last night after a stressful week of super whiny, frustrated and disobedient kiddos, while Jared was home sick during his Spring Break, and not getting enough sleep (SUCH a bad idea!) I was about "done". Luckily, my calling in YW required my presence at the YW broadcast at the Stake Center, and I went, purely out of duty this time since I was just so spent in every way. Two of my Laurels were being recognized for personal progress achievements so I wanted to support any of them that actually came. There were just a few girls there, but what made it totally worth my while was the talks I got to listen to that left me feeling uplifted, inspired, and ready for the Easter celebration and another week of nannying. I have a new perspective and made a game plan and that feels like success.
After the meeting I made up for all my holiday procrastination by heading to the store to finally buy Lukas the white button up shirt I have wanted to get him for a month. Yeah. Awesome on the timing. I'm truly a Meredith at heart. I hoped so much to find one. First store no, but second yes. And everything else there too. Including eggs and sausage links, which if you know me means I was doing some major sucking up to my family.
I decided to actually celebrate the next day instead of letting it just pass by. I wanted it to be meaningful and fun, but super simple. So I left a little plate at everybody's place the night before with a dark chocolate square, a Ferrero Rocher, and a strawberry. They stood for the bitter cup Jesus drank, the sacrifice of his blood, and the stone rolled away from his tomb by angels. In the morning, I put some of our homemade yogurt into bowls with honey in the shape of a cross. The milk and honey represented the sweetness of the bountiful blessings we receive through Christ's atonement. The scrambled eggs, like the Easter eggs, represent new life, bought with a price for all men who will take upon the name of Jesus and be spiritually reborn, and for the free gift given to good and evil- the resurrection- the promise of living again to all. The sausage was far fetched, but as Lukas kept asking what things meant, I had to come up with something. It represented the beams used to make the cross upon which Jesus was hung. The pear? Oh, the "first fruits" of the resurrection. After a lot of on-the-fly thinking, I thought it turned out pretty neat, and plan to do it again next year-- minus the super stressful week before hand.
The evening was great, despite Lukas' knees being scraped to bleeding from a huge spill on the sidewalk. He got TLC, ointment, huge bandaids, ibuprofen, and a blessing before heading back outside to run around some more. Our friend Jill came over with her daughters for our simple but yummy dinner, and I laughed as the kids turned the water table into a hot tub. I added hot water to it so they could play in it. Next thing I knew I looked outside to see all of them hunched down in chairs with their feet soaking in the water table. Easter relaxation made easy. Looks like I have a few lessons to learn. Ha!