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Sometimes it amuses me that I still look forward to weekends. It's Thursday. Almost there. Just one more day and then, WEEKEND! Like, somehow, I'll magically be transported back to a time in my life when weekends meant that life got easier. I'd get a break. I'd rest up and have some fun.
But that isn't how weekends are anymore. As a rule, I hit the ground running on Saturdays in a frantic flurry of effort to accomplish the things that are too overwhelming to do when you are home alone with five small children. I clean. I grocery shop. I run errands. Then, I collapse late at night knowing that Sunday, that "day of rest" will involve a mad dash to get seven people dressed and out the door in time for church before an hour of frustration trying to keep five small bodies still and maybe, MAYBE hear the occasional complete thought that has a nugget of spiritual enlightenment for me.
Weekends are exhausting.
That's why I appreciate it so much when I get a weekend like this one. Not only did I hear the talks given in church today, but I was actually brought to tears by the amazing teenagers who gave them. Kids I have the privilege of being around. Their parents should be proud. Very proud.
And yesterday? Yesterday, I did absolutely nothing productive. Instead, I spent the day at an amusement park with my husband and children.
I took my five-year-old on rollercoasters that he is finally tall enough to ride.
I wrapped my arm around my two-year-old as he screamed in terror on the tiny kiddie rollercoaster. And I got him to tell Daddy, "That's not scary" as he came off.
I got wet on a log ride so my four-year-old could get on, too. As much as I didn't want to be wet, I wanted him to be able to ride it even more.
I was amazed by how brave my seven-year-old is becoming about riding the "big kid" rides that used to scare the heck out of him.
And I grinned from ear to ear as even my 10-month-old gleefully partook of the refillable cotton candy bucket (whoever thought up that one gets my unending devotion...and the pharmacy bill when we all end up needing insulin).
I love this kid. And he loves cotton candy.
I love these kids, too. And I love that they love each other.
I love this kid, too. And I love the fact that I couldn't get a single picture of his amazing grin because he couldn't manage to smile without JUMPING! REALLY FAST! And LAUGHING! Because life is THAT GREAT!
And this kid? Don't even get me started about this kids. Let's just say she had me at "Hello."
So I got nothing at all accomplished on Saturday. And it was the greatest thing ever.
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