Quality family time

It all started when it leaked out from somewhere that Eric's Dad might not have too much time left here in this experience. The doc was a bit premature with his diagnosis, in that Blair had roughly 6 months to live. As you can imagine news like that does not fall on tight lips around here, so before you know it there's a get together in the mix. Now I am usually the one to volunteer our place to do the hosting, but I was not up for it this time. Given the circumstances I couldn't very well tell my husband "no" when he offered our place freely... Right? Lets keep in mind here how busy I have been with homeschooling 2 children, running into town everyday to get the other two at school, cooking, and cleaning, and still trying to stay available to my youngest two (lets just say cooking, and cleaning have gone out the window, and been carried away on one of those really strong wind storms that blow through here, and send all the socks, cloths, folding camping chair covers, and trash that my kids left outside across to the neighbors yard). So you can imagine my immense relief when I heard the doc was all wrong (besides the relief of knowing that Blair still has plenty of time here with us). I sighed with relief of getting off the hook......until I abruptly had to suck it back in, because Eric was saying something about "it" is still on at our house. I stood there in shock, complete, and utter shock. I mean was I thrown in some other universe, since when did the "Smiths" not back out of a family bonding moment when they had a chance to??......
OK fine I'll buck up and do this, Super Saturday craft day only comes once a year(and I live for that day!!) but I can go, and leave the house with Eric for a few hours in the morning to get the know how on the crafts, and the gift exchange between my sisters and I that's been planned for a while can happen later that night.
The big day! I woke up and was feeling awful (I had tried respectfully to duck out of everything a couple days prior, confessing that I was sick along with a couple of my boys, but to my shock again no one seemed to care). Eric took me to the store so I could choose my medicine, and it had to be something good to get me through this day. We had a late start and didn't get back till a couple hours before the shindig, so I rushed over to the church to be surrounded by my most favorite thing to do (craft)! I had such an enjoyable time that I didn't even realize the time till Eric called to tell me that people where showing up. Everything went fine until my 3 year old comes up to me to show me his pretty face..... "hm-mm...looks kind of shinny....that color sure looks familiar!!!@#$#@#@%^&^" I ran to the bathroom to confirm the worst. Now I'm not an extravagant girl, and it actually took me several years to get into the practice of using makeup, and now I rather like it. I knew better than to splurge on expensive makeup but I really really liked it, and I have been guarding it so well..... Anyway with it being powder make up it didn't make it. OK I will look past this, I'm sure I will laugh about it in the near future. (he..he..ha..ha OK too soon). Its now about 3 0clock, I dish up my plate of food, and head for the living room to sit with my hubby. I get to the living room, and I see a new spot on the carpet, I stand there a minute just staring thinking oh please let that be food. I set my plate down and get a few cleaning supplies, get on my hands and knees, and go in for the sniff. OK!OK! that is NOT food, and its NOT dog, turkey, or chicken POO!!!! I don't know who, or how, but I know I will be the one to clean it up !!@@%&$*#$%&*! After about a pint of cleaner, about 20 wipes, and lots of scrubbing my hands didn't feel fit to touch my food. After that Sam bringing me the torch, Payton wandering to the neighbors house (and who knows where else), and other minor going ons nothing seemed to phase me. Even my late night in Rexburg (the next town over) was just a blurr, a very tired blur.
As I think about it it was good to reconnect with family, see how the new little one has grown, get some digi scrap, and blog help from a very generous sister in law (I hate the in law part of that). And as my husband, and I were talking about this he remarked "hey, I helped a lot, don't you think" so just to make it clear yes you were a ginormous help! It was wonderful to come back late at night to a clean kitchen, kids bathed, and in bed, and all the food put away nicely, oh and thank you for talking everyone out of going to a restaurant that night, it surely wouldn't have been as much fun. Luv you all, Heidi ;o)