Yesterday was an exceedingly busy day. There was the typical madness of getting the kids ready for school, then the kids' morning mass at church, a long overdue cleaning of a massive fish tank, a haircut appointment for me, a little girl with a big cold, an early release day from school for the kids, little St. Nick presents to prep in secret, a boy scout meeting for Joey, homework, and Tommy's 1st Reconciliation. Somewhere in between all that we managed to eat once or twice.
Throughout all of the craziness the kids jabbered on and on, reminding me again and again, that St. Nick was coming and that we had to get our stockings out. I finally let the kids get their stockings out just before we left for church for Tommy's first confession. As we all piled in the truck I remembered that I hadn't let the dog out and hurried back inside (wink, wink). A few minutes later we were on our way to church.
On the way to church we saw a small SUV up on a curb repeatedly backing up and then smashing into a sign. Not sure if the person needed medical attention or if the driver was drunk we pulled over and Todd jumped out of the car to go help while I called 911. Todd was able to calm the inebriated driver and we waited until the cops came. Then back in the truck we went and hurried to make it to church in time. Like I said, it was a busy day.
We made it to church just in time. Tommy was very nervous and I was honored when he wanted to practice with me, trusting me with his deepest darkest sins (like fighting with his brothers and disobeying his parents- I had no idea!). Soon he was coming out of the confessional, all smiles and clean soul.
"How do you feel, Tommy?" I asked.
"I feel light as a feather. And clean as a shiny new dish!" he answered. I guess that's good because big brother Joey had just said the same thing after his confession. Yay! Clean souls (and dishes) all around. Doesn't get better than that!
But wait! It does get better! There's more!
Before we headed for home we decided to stop at the kids' favorite treat, the dancing house. A house near ours that is completely covered in lights from the tip of the roof to the very front of the yard, and it blinks and "dances" in time to music. Oh the joy!
After 15 minutes or so, and before our hearts could explode with excitement, we finally headed home for the night, eager to relax.
But no relaxation was had, because, what was this? St. Nick had come while we were at church! Haha! Eureka! What a wonderful surprise! That St. Nick is a sneaky little guy. I wish I could have gotten a picture of Joey's face (who is wise to the whole St. Nick/Santa/Easter Bunny thing) when he saw the stockings waiting for us when we got home. I think he was seriously contemplating reviving his belief in the magic of Christmas. It was priceless.
After much dancing, and screaming, and playing, and eating of candy, I actually got the kids to settle down for a millisecond so I could capture one quick picture (okay it was more like 10 pictures but that was only because Grace kept having coughing fits, poor dear).
It was definitely a tiring, busy day but also a blast. It was one more reminder to myself that if I can just relax and go with the flow life can be loads of fun.