I'm pretty sure my kids attend the only school in Colorado that called a "snow day". They have spent about 20 hours out in the snow since this latest storm began, and I can only imagine how many calories they have burned. As I sit in the sun wondering this, I have been able to put away a whole sleeve of thin mints. I felt like someone should be replenishing all those wasted calories. Besides, I need the strength too, after spending two hours this morning at a great sledding hill with our friends. I went down the hill a couple times, until I almost wet my pants. Note to self: Best to NOT drink large carafe of coffee before sledding. You might think two hours of up and down a hill would wipe my 3 babies out, but not so. Now they are destroying the back yard by making forts and obstacle courses with the snow. It's no wonder our grass grows in patches every spring. It's like they don't even care how the yard looks.
I'm actually completely content to just sit in the sun, in my warm chair and watch my kids play in the snow. Last week I started my new job as a nurse, and finally today I'm able to just sit and relax. Are you wondering if I like my new job? Well, the answer is yes, even if you didn't care at all. I'm at a wonderful facility, with a nice team of people, and patients that make me smile. For the first eight shifts I work, I am with another nurse who is training me. She's very nice and patient, even when I say dumb things like, "Remind me again why I should wear gloves". Most of the day I'm on my feet, trying to get my work done and learn as much as possible. Yesterday my preceptor told me that we were going to take some time to do "foot care" on some of the patients. I watched her carefully trim thickened toenails, while she chatted with them about their lives. I was on my knees watching intently, when a toenail came and hit me square on the cheek. It was about this time that I questioned my calling. And again when I learned that I will be administering "brown cows" from time to time.
Billy and the kids are adjusting well to my new career, which is no surprise. I was hoping it would be a bit more traumatic for them when I left in the early morning hours, but this has not happened. In fact when I go in to say goodbye to the boys, I give hugs and say things like, "Bye buddies. I love you so much. Have a great day. You are so special to me". If they wake up enough to respond, all I usually get is, "okay". At least Faith puts both her arms up for a hug and tells me she loves me too. I don't like to play favorites, but you can see who might be my favorite if I made a verbal choice.
I tend to run a tight ship around my house (Billy calls this some kind of "obsessive disorder" but I prefer to be called "tidy") so you can imagine my concern when I came home after my first full day to discover he and the children had decided to brew their own root beer. After I breathed into a bag for about ten minutes, and wiped up the sticky spots on the floor, Billy and I had a talk about using my kitchen for things like making sandwiches and nothing else. If they would like to be creative then they are going to have to either stifle their desires, and just because I'm nice, if they are desperate, they've been given permission to be inventive and resourceful in the garage. I feel good about our new system.
Well, the kids are all standing at the door begging to come in and play video games. I suppose I should let them, although this means my peace and quiet has come to an abrupt end. Now begins the disrobing of wet clothing, boots, and so forth. I suppose they'll ask me for hot cocoa too, as Billy has trained them that cocoa should always be served after playing in the snow. What is it with him and beverages?
Today I was able to set aside my nurse's cap and just go back to being a mom. There is nothing glamorous about doing laundry, cleaning bathrooms, and wiping up kitchen floors. But that's okay. There's so much more to being a mom, than just keeping a house in order. It's the most important job, and when I see my kids delight in something like playing in the snow for hours, my heart is full of gratitude. Life is good. And God is good.