Friday night, Salsalita and I took our brattlies Jake and Jackie to Denny�s for dinner. Even though we went over the desired behavior before leaving the car, they drove us completely nuts with being loud and whiney. I guess we�re just getting used to the embarrassment because Lisa and I just cracked up instead of turning red and getting mean. We did whisper furiously to the children (of the corn) a few times that other people did not go out to eat to listen to them yap but they pretty much let that go in one ear and out the other. Lisa and I sigh, resigned to an hour or so of childish behavior.
I feel your pain, sister. We nod empathetically at one another.
Two six year olds at dinner at a restaurant is a recipe for irritation. Jake and Jackie are hyper tonight. Let�s crawl under the table and blow huge bubbles in our chocolate milk. Let�s color pretty pictures, but oh, let�s turn around in our seat and stare and make comments about other patrons eating their food. Let�s whine really loud about not getting our food quick enough, even though they hardly ever eat much of it.
This age is exhausting. I myself thought I had it all figured out until Jackie turned 6. It�s a whole new ball game when you�re dealing with a very smart and sneaky kid.
You know, it�s very hard to raise a six year old these days. They know a lot more than they did back in my day, and you struggle between validating their feelings and showing them you will not tolerate certain behaviors. You struggle between being honest with them and risking not telling them until their friend tells them something that is not only untrue but dangerous too. You struggle with letting them be their own person while trying to show them what�s not acceptable in any society. You struggle with giving them encouragement without building them up in an area where they need work. What�s enough support, and what�s plain lying to your kids? You want to teach them about the world without scaring them and scarring their little minds for life. Geez. So much to think about; what is the proper way to raise a child anyway?
After our eventful dinner, we went over to Tar-Jay and did some shopping. I don�t know why I never visit this store, because they had some great prices and were very reasonable.
Though my allegiance I owe to Marshall�s, I do like Tar-Jay way better than Wal-Mart for necessities. Lisa suggested it.
I�d rather buy necessities at a Quickie-Mart than to go into horribly irritating Wal-Mart. I hate Wal-Mart, but truly I love Tar-Jay. Tar-Jay is neat and red and white and pretty. It doesn�t smell and they weren�t restocking the shelves at 7 in the evening. It was nice. Our kids sort of behaved, and we did some shopping. The little boogers even got $5.00 each and got to pick out a toy.
What a relaxing shopping experience. I haven�t had one that relaxing in a long time.
Once we returned from the outing we watched Bruce Almighty. God, that movie cracked me up. Jake laughed so hard he says his eyes were �wet�.
It did have a message however, along the lines of �if you think you can do it better, you just go ahead and try�. It�s not easy being him, I guess, you know, creator of the universe. I like the �Bruce Almighty� portrayal of God, as a higher being with a sense of humor, irony, and a sarcastic wit. I think that fits my idea of God more than the brimstone hurling, acid raining, locust shower type God.
This weekend we went to look at dogs from Animal Rescue. All trips before were fruitless, because it seemed like all they were adopting out were large breeds.
Not this time. I�m trying not to get excited, however, I can�t help but be ecstatic that, in two weeks, I may be picking up our Miniature Pinscher from the Petsmart Animal Rescue people. I found out from these people that this abandoned 9-week-old Mini-pin was due to be euthanised on Tuesday. These folks stepped in so the puppy could be adopted. Yay! I gladly gave them my name and number, and told them enthusiastically that I�d spoil the dog rotten.
This is so perfect because for the last two months, we�ve been talking about getting a dog. It just so happens that Animal Rescue always seem to bring bigger dogs to the store, and we can�t have a dog that is over 25 pounds, ever. That�s a hard thing to guarantee.
But with this wee pup, I know that even if she gets fat and happy, she�ll probably never weigh more than 12 pounds. Yay. This makes my day.
Jackie wants to name her Fifi. A miniature pinscher named Fifi. Poor dog.
I�m not going to get my hopes up until I�m physically carrying the pooch out of the store. It is exciting though to contemplate that our family may get a little bigger in two weeks and I won�t have to go through labor to do it!
It also seems my finances are finally bouncing back. I�m happy to report that things in general are going very well. Thank you God for helping me get through the bad times so that I could enjoy days like today. Even though I have drippy, stuffy sinus-head, I still feel pretty good. I�m in a content mood, and that�s very rare for me in these times indeed.
13:33 - Monday, Jan. 12, 2004
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