The day started with a trip to PetSmart to admire all the fuzzy little critters that we couldn't take home. If the girls had their druthers, we would now be the proud owners of a pet Chinchilla! Although it's quite possible that Peyton would have smuggled out a rather peculiar looking lizard in her pocket!
Then it was on to Michael's. Caleigh is learning about our solar system in school & so we are going to make the typical styrofoam ball solar system to hang in our playroom. But who could resist the vinyl clings . . . originally priced at $24.99 - marked down to $4.99?!?!
Caleigh's new wall art
Peyton's new wall art
The best part was when Jason called at 10:30 to tell us he was done with his paper! Praise the Lord! (Did I mention he had been up until 3 am this morning & back up at 6 am to get this paper done????) We had just enough time to have lunch with Daddy before he had to get to class.
As fun & exciting as our day was, the best was yet to come. The girls knew that if they could behave, we would go out for ice cream after dinner. Just a little special something to make another night without Daddy more cheerful.
Disclaimer: I have often heard the advice that you should never threaten your child with any punishment that you are not prepared to follow through with. I.e. "If you don't stop that right now, I'm turning this car around!" Because I value such sage advice, I often avoid said tactic. Until tonight . . .
The girls were in rare form. I'm not sure what exactly transpired in their little brains between the hours of 2 & 4 (when they were napping), but they were WILD women when they woke up. Arguing, bickering, bossing, picking, yelling, irritating, shouting, disobeying . . . I have no idea who those children were. I was at my last straw. And then I said the fatal words. And I said them more than once. "If you guys don't knock it off, we're not going out for ice cream tonight!" How many chances could I give them before I had to follow through? Here's how it all went down . . .
Caleigh & Peyton were in the kitchen "planting seeds" (dropping Littlest Pet Shop animals on the floor), "watering" them (covering them with blankets, & "harvesting" them (gathering them up in baskets). Well, apparently Peyton wasn't "harvesting" correctly, so Caleigh started in with the scolding & the bossing. Then Peyton starting in with the screaming & the shrieking. And each was trying to out-do the other in volume!!! What was I to do?!?
So here I am, blogging on the computer with 2 monkeys on my bed behind me, naming all the Barbies & chucking the pillows off my bed.
But here comes the interesting perspective . . . I am so disappointed that I didn't get to share in a fun, exciting, ice cream-filled night with my girls. Tonight I will miss out on the laughter & the the giggles that I know would overtake them. Tonight I will not help them change out of ice cream-smeared clothing. Tonight I will not get to hear, "Momma, that was SO fun!" And then it hit me. This must be just a fraction of what it's like for the Lord when He has to chastise me. He doesn't get to share in the fun, exciting joys & blessings He has in store for me because I just didn't listen. Despite the warnings He gives, I just barrel on, doing my own thing. I wonder how many giggles over bowls of ice cream I have missed with Him.
Hmmm.
As fun & exciting as our day was, the best was yet to come. The girls knew that if they could behave, we would go out for ice cream after dinner. Just a little special something to make another night without Daddy more cheerful.
Disclaimer: I have often heard the advice that you should never threaten your child with any punishment that you are not prepared to follow through with. I.e. "If you don't stop that right now, I'm turning this car around!" Because I value such sage advice, I often avoid said tactic. Until tonight . . .
The girls were in rare form. I'm not sure what exactly transpired in their little brains between the hours of 2 & 4 (when they were napping), but they were WILD women when they woke up. Arguing, bickering, bossing, picking, yelling, irritating, shouting, disobeying . . . I have no idea who those children were. I was at my last straw. And then I said the fatal words. And I said them more than once. "If you guys don't knock it off, we're not going out for ice cream tonight!" How many chances could I give them before I had to follow through? Here's how it all went down . . .
Caleigh & Peyton were in the kitchen "planting seeds" (dropping Littlest Pet Shop animals on the floor), "watering" them (covering them with blankets, & "harvesting" them (gathering them up in baskets). Well, apparently Peyton wasn't "harvesting" correctly, so Caleigh started in with the scolding & the bossing. Then Peyton starting in with the screaming & the shrieking. And each was trying to out-do the other in volume!!! What was I to do?!?
So here I am, blogging on the computer with 2 monkeys on my bed behind me, naming all the Barbies & chucking the pillows off my bed.
But here comes the interesting perspective . . . I am so disappointed that I didn't get to share in a fun, exciting, ice cream-filled night with my girls. Tonight I will miss out on the laughter & the the giggles that I know would overtake them. Tonight I will not help them change out of ice cream-smeared clothing. Tonight I will not get to hear, "Momma, that was SO fun!" And then it hit me. This must be just a fraction of what it's like for the Lord when He has to chastise me. He doesn't get to share in the fun, exciting joys & blessings He has in store for me because I just didn't listen. Despite the warnings He gives, I just barrel on, doing my own thing. I wonder how many giggles over bowls of ice cream I have missed with Him.
Hmmm.
1 comment:
Might be how God felt not letting Moses into the promised land.
Hmm.
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