Tuesday, December 20, 2011

I'm a lil cranky...

♪♫♪♫I’m a little crank pot short and stout
Here is my whine and here is my pout
When I get all ticked off hear me shout
Spank my bottom ‘n put me in time out…

Yah, so that was a little improv version of “I’m a little teapot” I sang one day off the top of my head when Lil Man was throwing a fit when he was about 3 or 4.  Why the song came out so naturally when he was throwing a fit is unknown to me.  But we all remembered it and still sing it to this day just for kicks.

Each child is punishable in different ways.  If you were to send Moi to time out when she was a little person she LOVED it.  That was like a vacation to her so her punishment would be go play with your sisters.
 Bailey and Busy on the other hand could not possibly even entertain the idea of being isolated and ignored in some corner of their universe.   
Hanna would plot things worse than what put her in time out so I had to make her “clean” something and Ethan…well, bless his little heart; he punishes himself.  He hates when he does something wrong I usually don’t have to do a thing.  But Lil Man for some strange reason cannot stand it when you sing to him when he’s cranky.

{Yes, being the horrible miscreants that we are, we do it a lot.}

So with that long explanation I must now tell you that the above has nothing to do with my post except perhaps that the lil song up there pertains to me today.  {tee hee hee}

I’m CRANKY today.  It’s my day off.

Yay!  No.  Not actually.

When I get a day off, I do things I didn’t have time for while working but
it’s never enough.   
I also find time to think about all of the things that worry me or stress my brains into absolute pudding or find all the wrong with the world.

Here’s how my day has gone:

I could not sleep in because I had to take Busy to the Endocrinologist at 8:30…which is over half an hour away.
I don’t have gas.
I’m tired.
I love spending time with Busy.
{Strange combination of feelings right?}

We were sitting in her appointment going over everything.  Her Diabetic Honeymoon is O-Vahh.  We did an over haul on her insulin and the numbers {not grades} weren’t where we liked them.
{Not bad, just not where we wanted them}


*We were aware of it
*I as Mom, not the Doctor, was making adjustments to her insulin and her Doc said I did a good job
*Busy knows how to take care of herself and does pretty darn fantastic
*I love sitting in the chair watching my baby girl grow before my eyes
{She’s honest, she doesn’t budge when suggestions are made and she likes old school She’s comfortable with her, but she always listens and decides accordingly}
*I’m so thankful that Busy is responsible and wants to take care of herself
*I’m so thankful there is Busy

See, turned my frown upside down...then...
Mr. B hadn’t taken care of the kid’s new ID cards that were supposed to have been changed over June 2011.  {I just found this out today}  I went home trying not to cry because we really can’t afford this appointment outright.
{Nope, child support is still not coming}

After I dropped off Busy I went to the DMV to get some paperwork {way over due} for a friend that is taking my truck.  I was sad.  My truck {Chevy Suburban seats 9}  raised my babies.  It took us everywhere, kept us safe.  It harbored us for a cross country trip back home when we had to “escape”.


The person I’m giving it to is fixing it up for his kids and grandkids.  It will again take care of people and lil seedlings.  That made me smile.  Zeus, my truck,
{yes we name everything in this family}
will have plates that have a purple heart on them.  That made me smile too.

Yay, another stinky situation sprayed with the perfume of gratitude...
{catchy right? smirk}

My Daddy’s surgery is on Thursday.  I’ve kind of tucked that one deep, down; buried in the hollow nooks of emotion.
I’m not worried, I’m confident.
I’m not stressed, I’m happy one of two surgeries will be over.
I’m not fretting, he will be better for it.

I’m terrified…but I’m so thankful I still have my daddy.  There are so many prayers going into Thursday I imagine we have slowed air mail to Heaven.  {wink}

So, with a deep breath and a sigh of release at the end of the day
I can still count more blessings than trials…thankfully.

"Who was this Man of sorrows, acquainted with grief? Who is the King of glory, this Lord of hosts? He is our Master. He is our Savior. He is the Son of God. He is the Author of our Salvation. He beckons, “Follow me.” He instructs, “Go, and do thou likewise.” He pleads, “Keep my commandments.” Let us follow Him. Let us emulate His example. Let us obey His word. By so doing, we give to Him the divine gift of gratitude."
-Thomas S. Monson

Psalms 92:1  It is a good thing to give thanks unto the Lord, and to sing praises unto thy name, O most high:

Happy Holidays  
I hope you’re all enjoying this Season of Giving and of Gratitude.
Deep breaths people…deep breaths… {grin}
And keep counting those blessings!




  1. So it sounds like you turned that frown upside down?

    - sending lots of prayers and good thoughts to you and your family (especially your mom) for your Daddy's surgery on Thursday.

  2. Diabetes is a hard thing (my husband is) But it's a wonderful thing that she can take care of herself. And I'll keep your dad in my prayers. And of course you and your family also.

  3. Of all my thoughts through your post, I'll keep my comment simple and say I'll be praying for your daddy on Thursday! ((((HUGS))))

  4. Amen and love you. Prayers are coming from me, too!

  5. Focus on the season - on the real reason for the season. That will get you through.


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