Post by bluemouse on Feb 6, 2005 14:08:19 GMT -5
Erich worked the midnight to 8 AM shift again last night, so he didn't go to church with us. I left stressed because I was running around getting the girls ready while he was lying on the bed watching TV. I asked him to help me get them in the car, and the bonehead said, "How?" Uh, pick her up, carry her out there, put her in her seat! You've done it a thousand times!
Then I get to church, Zoe is crying as we're walking in (and we're late), she stopped when I stuck the bottle in her face, but Gabby was restless and wanted to get down and run. I wouldn't let her, but she kept pushing my limits.
It was my turn in the nursery, so I took the kids back - there are six including my two. Zoe cried through the next 30 minutes of the service until she finally gave up and fell asleep on me. Levi and Sage, two of the kids I was watching, kept yelling for their mothers at the tops of their lungs. Then it was finally over and we all went back up to have communion, at which point Gabby started whingeing and crying all during the prayers. And she WOULDN'T STOP. It's a small church - everyone could hear her. Heck, no one could hear anything BUT her.
I finally gave up and walked out. Reagan, Sage's mom, caught me at the door and hugged me while I cried and told me she'd been there and not to feel bad.
And I'm trying so hard to have faith about the First Street house (the dream house I posted about earlier). The owner can't do owner financing, because she has a note, but said she was very willing to do a lease to own and wants to know how much we can put down.
Uh, try none?
I suppose we could borrow something from my parents, and I think they'd probably be willing to lend it to us, but I don't know if that's what we should do. Not to mention the lady is asking a lot more for it than we can really afford.
I just don't see how it would work. And I know that I need to have faith, but I'm feeling my way blindly along in the dark here, and every step is a trial.
And then I came home to discover that the dog had POOPED in Gabby's bedroom!
Yeah, it's shaping up to be a great day.
Then I get to church, Zoe is crying as we're walking in (and we're late), she stopped when I stuck the bottle in her face, but Gabby was restless and wanted to get down and run. I wouldn't let her, but she kept pushing my limits.
It was my turn in the nursery, so I took the kids back - there are six including my two. Zoe cried through the next 30 minutes of the service until she finally gave up and fell asleep on me. Levi and Sage, two of the kids I was watching, kept yelling for their mothers at the tops of their lungs. Then it was finally over and we all went back up to have communion, at which point Gabby started whingeing and crying all during the prayers. And she WOULDN'T STOP. It's a small church - everyone could hear her. Heck, no one could hear anything BUT her.
I finally gave up and walked out. Reagan, Sage's mom, caught me at the door and hugged me while I cried and told me she'd been there and not to feel bad.
And I'm trying so hard to have faith about the First Street house (the dream house I posted about earlier). The owner can't do owner financing, because she has a note, but said she was very willing to do a lease to own and wants to know how much we can put down.
Uh, try none?
I suppose we could borrow something from my parents, and I think they'd probably be willing to lend it to us, but I don't know if that's what we should do. Not to mention the lady is asking a lot more for it than we can really afford.
I just don't see how it would work. And I know that I need to have faith, but I'm feeling my way blindly along in the dark here, and every step is a trial.
And then I came home to discover that the dog had POOPED in Gabby's bedroom!
Yeah, it's shaping up to be a great day.