Our small group had its first actual bible study this afternoon, and we had to miss it. I was pretty bummed about it, but the kids were just shot and in no shape to play with the other kids or to sit up in session with Brady and I.
Our family was up for food though, so I prepared two enormous batches of honey chicken yesterday and figured I’d just warm it up in the kitchen during church. I realized a bit late that I had made a pretty excessive amount, but its yummy and reheats well so I wasn’t too concerned. It heated up in time, and since our angry kids had to eat regardless of where, we were able to still stay and have lunch with our group. Luckily, Dekker loves honey chicken, and rice, and salad. So he ate well while Laela slid around in his chair and wept bitterly. After we had eaten, I helped with dishes in the kitchen, and Dekker played out in the gym area with the kids sooo well! When it came time, I told him that mommy and daddy were going to go upstairs to a bible study, and I asked if he wanted to come, or to stay and play toys. He responded with one solid high pitched scream about ten seconds long. Deep breath, and he gave it again. So we left. I was pretty miffed, but neither kid would have survived the next hour or two.
Laela was asleep before we were out of town, and Dekker stayed awake the entire drive. He went to bed when we got home, but Laela was sooo upset to be in her crib after already sleeping a half hour. So she came and hung out with Brady and I, but she was unhappy the entire time.
I won’t pretend it was a smooth evening. It was actually a total bust. Both kids were pissed and basically wailed all throughout the evening. Supper was unbelievably delicious, but again, kids screaming in between bites doesn’t make for an especially enjoyable family time. If I’m looking at it honestly, I’m sure we’ve had worse evenings (the first couple of days after Dekkers surgery probably rank pretty high up there…) but this kind just leave me fully exhausted. I’m trying to be positive and dwell on the good, but today felt like it would never end. Lucky for us, it has. The kids are in bed and I am sooo ready for a bubble bath! We finally cracked open the pickles that my mom and I made this summer and I could just eat them all day all night, but we’re going through them way too fast anyway. Merp merp. I guess I’ll be an adult and just be full of supper instead of overfull of treats.