I think I can handle the resting part. Let's just see if my 1, 3, and 5 year olds also have that on their schedule. Methinks probably not.
But that's okay. I purposely scheduled Wednesday as my rest day since I don't make it near the gym on my day off. If I get in some bonus "chase the toddler" or "wrestle with the boys" exercise in on those days, I'm okay with it.
Let's see, other news.... Library day tomorrow, I think I'll renew my selection of book #2 in the Stieg Larsson trilogy since I didn't so much as crack it open in the three weeks I've had it.
We are hosting a pumpkin decorating party this weekend, so I may also stop by a craft store to pick up some fun punkin decorating crafts for the kids.
Thursday, back to the Boys and Girls Club for volunteering after two weeks off, due to surprise gas leak 2 weeks ago and then conference in Indy last week.
Tonight, Ben is at bowling. Thus, unavailable to assist in my doggie dilemma of the evening. I let Canada outside, and within 4 minutes, he had dug his way out from a loose spot in the fence. I thought I had successfully barricaded the area, but no such luck. I had to load up all three kids, who had been snacking on popcorn and were none too happy about being dragged away from said snack. So I loaded each one up with a little baggie of popcorn for the road, and hauled their little shoeless persons out to the truck for a neighborhood search and rescue. We drove around (Travis shouts, "Mom! A clue! There's some dog fur on the sidewalk!" He's really into the detective stuff these days), hollered for the dog, and ate popcorn. Drove back near the house and my nearby neighbor is on my porch with Canada on a leash. It's not his first time returning the dog to us, I'm ashamed to say. I try not to leave Canada outside unsupervised for vast lengths of time, but lets face it, reality sets in quickly. There's almost always someone asking for milk, or food, or to read a book, or play a game, or get their fave stuffed animal unstuck from the baby gate, or to get permission to knock their brother over the head with a baseball bat, you get the picture.
Okay, you got me, my kids don't ask permission to pummel each other with bats.
The other day, the boys were fighting while I was vacuuming, so I told them I'd vacuum up whoever didn't follow the rules. They giggled, we all joked about how sad Dad would be when he got home and couldn't find one of the kids because they were in the vacuum bag, and all was well. Later that night, Noah did something that annoyed Travis and he yelled, "Mom! Vacuum him!"
Lucky for Noah, I had already put the vacuum cleaner away. He got off easy.
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