SuperMom

Okay, on Saturday, I impressed even myself. Justin had auditions most of the day and I was home with the kids. I wanted them to do something for Justin for Father's Day. Sooo, we went to Walmart. (For those not familiar with Rexburg, that's pretty much all we've got... It's not even a big Walmart. It is a small one with no food section.) At any rate, we went to Walmart and went to the craft section and picked up a couple of frames and some glitter, foam stickers, and other gorgeous decorations. (Gorgeous being in the eyes of two small children.) On the way home we saw a little tiny farm stand selling asparagas (which was the yummiest we have EVER tasted!) and cherries.(Pretty good but not as good as in Missoula.) Then we went home and the kids made their picture frames. They had a blast. I tried so hard to let them make a mess. I really did. But I insisted on doing the glitter. In the end we had two beautiful frames for Papa that they had decorated all by themselves. We put some pictures in them and Justin loved them. He will put them on his desk at work. Okay, then, I sent the kids outside and I went CRAZY!!!! I cleaned like a madwoman. I started out doing what I normally do every week. Bathrooms, floors, etc. But I ended up doing the floorboards, washing down the doors, cleaning the windows, it was insane. But when I was finished... I was so satisfied. I sat down to read a book. With no guilt because everything was DONE! My house was gleaming. Later that evening I started to get a migrane. By Sunday it was excrutiating. I went to sacrament meeting and had to go home. I fell into bed and slept with my head covered for 5 hours. But while I slept, outside my window there was this bird. It sounded like a crow, I guess. It did that CAW CAW sound, but then it did this funny clicking noise. I started fantaszing about how I could kill this bird. The many ways I could take it out. Eventually I fell asleep and forgot about the infernal bird. When I got up, Justin had taken care of the kids, feeding them lunch, getting Hilton down for his nap, playing with Caroline. But my house, my lovely, perfect house was a disaster. There were toys everywhere, blankets, pillows all over the floor. Dishes in the sink and on the counter. And I had to make dinner. My head was still in a vice. But I made spaghetti and meatballs from scratch. (Justin's Father's Day request.) I could not bring myself to make bread or dessert. I was too spent. I cleaned up the entire kitchen and fell on the couch to watch Cheaper By the Dozen. Justin was so keyed up because he had chosen his cast for Charlie Brown that he kept me up until 1am. He asked me what made me go on the cleaning spree, and was there anything he could do to encourage that every Saturday. I said, if it is Father's Day every week, I might consider it. Now it is morning. Justin is in bed...(he was up well past 1am) the kids are already fighting and screaming, and my house is a disaster once again. My days of being SuperMom were wasted. My house looks no different today than it looked on Friday before my efforts. But at least I had those few moments of pure bliss after cleaning. Before Justin came home, before the kids came in the house... I sat on the couch and revelled in my mini-Heaven. Home can be a heaven on earth...when it is clean...