Manners are Served! Table Time Quarrels

It’s that FRUSTRATING time for every parent…dinner time! I don’t know about you, but I have a difficult time stopping to just BREATHE at the dinner table. Annora sings at the top of her lungs with all of her heart, Delise throws food on the floor if she doesn’t like what’s being served and Mommy and Daddy just want peace and quiet after a long day! The only “easy” part (and I say that loosely) to mealtime is our prayer. It seems to be the one time where everyone can STOP and just sit for the 1-2 minutes we take to thank God for all He has provided for us.

Can anyone else relate? I am guessing we are not the only family with table time quarrels.

“Me” Time…What’s That?

Whoever said leaving your family for “me” time could be easy…is CLEARLY not being honest!

Oh my, oh my…I am leaving my babies and hubby for 5 days for a trip I earned through being a Beachbody coach. The planning process started about 3 weeks ago and now that the time is here…I am stressing even more. I don’t believe it is so much the fact that I am leaving them for 5 days…but more around the fact that there is more time spent in planning around the kiddos and their day than time actually spent on my own itinerary.

Nap time schedules, meal time, what the kiddos will eat for their meals, who has them while Ben is working, who will take them overnight so that they don’t have to wake up at 5 AM for church, who will take Annora to ballet class, who will babysit Delise while Ben does his Daddy/ daughter date night with Annora, etc., etc…PHEW! My head is spinning just typing it!

Mommy’s Day Bliss…

Well…I don’t know about you, but my Mother’s Day started out with quite a BANG! Delise, my 20 month old, woke up with a high temperature that immediately made me go into panic mode. She was sick and I was supposed to teach the Kids’ Ministry at church this morning…Ahhh…I was perplexed. I obviously couldn’t expose her to other little ones…What to do? I had a 45 minute drive and time was ticking…

I did what any other desperate mommy would do…I called MY MOMMY! Haha…

[caption id="attachment_121" align="alignnone" width="240"]Poor feverish baby girl! Poor feverish baby girl!