one sock short of a load

Today started out like any other Monday, I fed the babies, sat and drank coffee with my husband and talked before making the bed, straightening up the kitchen and starting that first load of laundry.



I received a frantic call from Connor, that one of his rained out ball-games was rescheduled for today, and he didn't have his uniform, cleats, or ball-glove at school. I knew exactly where his base-ball pants were, i was soaking them in oxy-clean to try and remove the red oklahoma clay and grass stains. I found his shirt, his underarmour, his glove his cleats, but in the sock department, i could only find one black baseball sock. I know in the grand scheme of things, it is probably not a big deal, but Connor is very particular about his clothes, and his uniform especially. After tearing the laundry apart,dumping every other hamper in the house, and crawling on his floor to look under the bed, i realize, there are more than i pair of long black base-ball socks in this house, and i decide to borrow Nicoles'...only to discover hers are at school in her bag with her uniform...I called the school secretary to see if the missing black socks were on Connors' feet, and I discovered, they were, and the game had been cancelled.



I also received a call from the Seminole Vets' office this morning, this is odd because i have never done business with them. It was Kyle, he was stranded outside the office with a blow-out,and needed help. I tracked down Andrew, who of course had no money, so he came here to get money and go rescue his brother. In the meantime, Ben is asking me 20 questions, where is the spare, why isn't he just putting that on? It turns out Kyle had a flat last week, and put the spare on, and hadn't got a new tire. The boys went to several tire places, and couldn't find one in their price range, so they called home..I got Ben to call some other places, locate a reasonable tire, and send the boys in that direction. Meanwhile, Chritian couldn't find Batman & Robber, and dumped all the toys out looking for them,then Alexandra who has figured out the babyproof locks grabbed a bag of powdered sugar and dumped it...I put her in the high-chair, and walked into the laundry room to get the broom and dust pan while Christian left alone for 2 seconds decides to run through the pile of powdered sugar, it is now scattered powdered sugar, all over my cabints, and the floors of 2 rooms.

Ben came in the house while I was on the floor wiping up the sugar residue, and asked what is going on in this house, it looks like a bomb has gone off in here, i said it has and the bomb was named Christian Joseph and Alexandra Rose...

We have been on a roll lately, Thurs. evening I was dressed for church, the girls were dressed, I had all the little boys shirts ironed and ready to go on their little bodies as soon as dinner was over, and Alexandras' dress on my bed, a terrible wind storm and wild fires came in. There was a fire east and west of us, and another north of us. The winds were gusting at 65mph and Ben had 2 seperate cars blow into his lane, and then the wind almost put him in the bar-ditch. He felt it was unsafe to drive the 25miles to church in these conditions as the road to Konawa is much worse and windier than the road he was on earlier.

Friday night i was dressed the girls were dressed, all the little ones clothes were ready,dinner was ready to go on the table, and no Ben...i called his cell phone, but couldn't get him. At 7:00, i finally reached him. He was still at work, 1 guy had left early for a funeral and didn't come back, 2 others were late for their shift, and as the supervisor he couldn't leave until everything was covered. We got up from the dinner table at 7:50, 20 minutes after services had already started. We had done 3 seperate bible stories throughout the day Friday, a family rosary, and so that night we read the Stations of the Cross.

Sat. Evening I thought Ben and I would go to the vigil service and leave th children home as Mass starts so late, and is quite long. I put supper in the crock pot, and set about doing some last minute cleaning, decorating for Easter. At 3:00 the boys went out to play, Jonathan immediately gets hit in the head with a baseball and falls to the ground. He just laid there. When i reached him he was crying, but said he was dizzy. I helped him in stuck ice on his head, and watched him. He kept complaing, so I called Ben home, and we went to the ER...After observing him for a few hours with no serious changes, they decided he had a concussion. We got home, ate supper, and had Dr.s orders to keep a close watch on him, and wake him every 2 hours....

Sun. morning, I wished Ben a Happy Easter before he left for work, and reminded him to give Andrew gas money to put in the van after they switched vehicles, so i could make it to church...We got up, we ate breakfast, everyone got dressed for church, we decided not to wear our new Easter dresses, because it was 40 degrees windy and raining..We loaded everyone into the van hooked up the babies, i turned on the van to find 0 gas, it was completely empty...i called Ben, he forgot to give Andrew any money for gas. The store in town is closed on Sunday, and the nearest gas station was now 17 miles away, I was afraid to risk running out of gas with a van full of children in the rain on these terrible, curvy roads. We unloaded the children, and i sat down and cried. I was so frustrated..We did the Easter readings, and prayed a family Rosary and thats' when i discovered 2 beads short of a decade. My favorite Rosary broke quite a while ago, so i got out the needle nose pliers and fixed it, no big deal, and every time i said a Rosary with Ashley she would say Mom your'e off, i always attributed this to praying, and then saying sit down, be still, take that rosary off your head, stop choking your brother, etc. i do get a little distracted at times... so after Ashley said I was off again, i counted my beads 8 instead of 10, and i never noticed ....so not only am i one sock short of a load, i am 2 beads short of a decade.

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