Livin' and Lovin' in A-town

Hence the Reason

I've decided I want 10 children of my own. This weekend completely changed my mind about kids. I want tons of them. A whole house full. I can't have them fast enough.

And all of you are saying..."yeah, right." Well, while this weekend did not change my mind about having children, it did test my patience level. As Kim stated in one of her comments on my last post, I am working on being a more patient person. And you may all stop laughing now.

So, Friday I escorted two little girls to Mr. Gatti's along with my friend Jama. Bottom line, one little girl was there for the games, the other little girl was there for the spaghetti, otherwise known as "spasketti." So, after we ate, or attempted to eat "spasketti," we made our way into the game room. Approximately 200 other children made their way into the game room at the same time. It was a mad house. A secret I found out: a motorcycle game flashing "insert coin" can be just as exciting as a motorcycle game that is actually working. And much cheaper! I was rid of children and at home in my warm bed by 11pm, where I began watching the Opening Ceremony of the Olympics that I had Tivo'd. The Olympics: my new obsession.

Saturday I awoke to my neighbor re-building his fence. Not a good sound at 7:30am. That's ok...the Olympics were already on. I managed to catch the women's hockey games. Then, it was off to run errands, see some friends, and return to child-proof my house. My little buddy arrived at 5pm on the dot. After a 5-minute run-down on his eating habits, his mom bolted out the door and I was left with my second test of the weekend. A secret I found out: you can never really child-proof your house. Another secret I found out: electrical outlet plugs are important. I don't have any. What did he want to do all night? Attempt to play with the electrical outlets. And by the way, babies are faster than they look. So, after an evening of legos, basketballs, Olympics highlights, chicken ravioli, peaches, milk and electrical outlets, his mom and dad came to pick him up. I needed some adult time, so a few of my friends rescued me and I was able to carry on a real conversation.

Sunday was no exception from the world of children. We had 10 kids in bible class Sunday morning. Neither of my autistic children were there, so that was somewhat of a relief. I did however have a first grader in there (he's a visitor) that kept asking if the bible story was real. I was like "yes, it's real. Now listen...you're scaring the little kids." Sunday afternoon I was privaleged enough to attend a baby shower instead of taking my nap. So, for three hours, I watched as the mom-to-be opened gifts, ate cake, talked about her baby, and then drove to the other side of town to help her unload the multitude of gifts. I've seen enough bottles, pacifiers, onesies, bibs, and toys to last me a life-time.

All in all, the weekend wasn't that bad. I learned a few things about children and God definitely tested my patience. I still don't want children anytime soon. I don't even want to be an aunt or a babysitter anytime soon.