First Night Alone

What a week this has been! Of course we have had the normal, school and all that. Added extra to the chaos, with no charge, my 6 week postpartum visit, and added with a nominal fee, Jeremy's septic tank school in south Alabama.

And we only thought this circus couldn't get crazier!

I had my 6 week check-up on Wednesday. Everything was fine, like I figured it would be....except my weight loss! I have only lost 12 of the 30 lbs I gained while pregnant. I knew I still had some to go, but I didn't think it was that much. Oh well. Diet and exercise, look out, I am headed your way, and this could get ugly! The only other POI was birth control discussion. Long term? Short term? Hmmm...it all depends on whether I can talk Jeremy into the possibility of another baby one day, or if he is firm on this being it. Maybe something moderate? I have been mulling between 2 options...and have a pretty good idea which way I will end up going...

Jeremy went to Livingston early Wednesday morning to go take classes and the test to obtain his Advanced Level II installers license. The classes were supposed to run through this morning, and the test this afternoon, but there ended up being only 3 of them, so they flew through it and took the test yesterday. Which meant he got to come home last night. :) Yay! I really don't like being here by myself at night. Yes, I am a big chicken, and am not ashamed to admit it! Of course, the time he was gone was only made worse by the boys missing him terribly, and wanting to try their mommy's patience to see just how far they could go until she had a nervous breakdown. I'm telling you - we came THIS close! But we prayed for patience and for God to help the boys be sweet boys, and we made it. Barely, but we made it. :)

So, the two early morning heart-pumpers that happened while Jeremy was gone?
1.) Wednesday morning, around 6, I heard thump "Whaaaaaaa!" Yep, Troy had, once again fallen out of the bed. To his excitement (and mine), yesterday at Walmart, we bout a bed rail for his bed. He said, "Now I won't fall out of the bed anymore!", then this morning, "I rolled over, and teh thing caught me and rolled me back on my pillow! And I didn't fall in the floor!" Poor baby! Never saw one so happy about buying a bed rail.
2.) Early Thursday morning, my doorbell went "Ding! Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzz............" I knew what had happened, but I still couldn't keep my heart from pumping in overdrive and trying to jump out of my chest. The doorbell button dry-rotted forever ago, so the 2 wires are exposed, just sticking out of the side of our house. If you touch them together, it will still ding. If you don't take them apart, it makes an awful buzzing sound until you do. Great amusement for my boys. But, of course, my boys weren't the ones ringing the doorbell at 4:50 in the morning. We have racoons that like to amuse themselves by putting the wires back together for us. Yep, I had a little furry ring-tailed visitor asking permission to enter at 4:50 in the morning! They have been out there messing with it before, but usually at night, before I am turned in for the night.
Why does the crazy stuff like that happen when you are home alone???

So, we are having Respect and Self-Control 101 in the Johnson house. Troy has taken to screaming at everyone when he gets the least bit upset, and Ty is in tears everytime I turn around, for who knows what reason. They pick on each other, and fight, and whine, which I know is normal, but this mommy has had about all she can take! (at least in excess) So, we are working on learning to not yell and scream at each other; to talk about what is bothering us, instead of whining unintelligibly or just crying and not talking at all; to not be tattle-tales and try to work things out, but know that if we need help (for anything) we just need to ask. Not a lot of progress made so far, but we just got started. Trying to teach this in a Biblical manner, telling the boys things like, God wants them to obey us, and that while it is okay to be angry, it's not okay to be mean to each other just because we are angry. I also told them Moma was going to work on not yelling and trying to be more patient with them. Lots of prayers going up in this hosue! Help in that department is always appreciated!

Looks like it's about time for supper....porkchops are healthy, right? :)