An Interrupted Life

An interrupted life...this is what we talked about today at my Christian Mom's Fellowship (CMF) group at church. Wow. My dear friend was persistent last year with asking if I would go, and telling me that I would really like it. However, I was pregnant, then had baby G, and kept having the excuse of how difficult it was for me to get out of the house with 2 boys. I never went last year. This year, I have implemented it into our weekly schedule. Every Wednesday, I will go to CMF for ME. There is childcare provided so G goes to the nursery and T goes to the toddler room. It's a wonderful break from my kids (love them dearly, but every mom needs a break), it's a time for me to meet other Mom's while also setting aside time for me to have a bible study...with no life interruptions.
We were in our groups and had to go around the table today and talk about something that has been a life interruption as of late. As we were watching the DVD for 40 minutes, I was listening and also telling myself, "I've been emotional lately, DO NOT cry. Do not cry. I'm fine. Don't cry." Then it was my turn. I said 2 words and turned into a blubbery mess. How has my life been interrupted? My life has had an unwanted interruption for 20 out of my 31 years of life. I have never wanted to dwell on it. It is what it is. God put this in my life for a reason. I am still searching for what that reason may be, but non the less, a reason. I go through times when this whole CVS thing gets me down more than others. I don't like to tell people how much it can get me down, and I always try to look on the bright side of the picture. Like...I got sick on Friday in just enough time for me to get sick, sleep it off and leave in time for my Scentsy party! I didn't have to cancel it! I don't think a scenario like this was a coincidence. It was all a part of God's perfect plan for me and that day. But today, I told the SURFACE of my main "life interruption". Not for people to feel sorry for me, but this is what was on my mind. Last week was pretty stressful, so that's what was fresh on my mind. I didn't think not only would CMF be a good place to have some me time, but this may be a nice outlet too! I'm glad that I made the commitment to go every week. No matter how hard it is to get the boys up and ready and out the door on time, I am making it a priority. 
This past Tuesday was T's first day of preschool! How exciting, yet NOT the day I was expecting at all. I thought I would leave with enough time to get there 5 minutes early. Well, traffic on 494 is awful. I don't think there is "rush hour" on 494, it's ALWAYS rush hour on 494. So I got the bad mom award by getting T to school...his first day of school...10 minutes late. Then as I try to sneak him in ever so quietly and as non distracting to the other kids as possible, baby G had other plans. He wanted to let the whole class know that we were there...or at least, that HE was there! Oy. Talan did very well with the drop off! He even said across the room, "Bye Mom! Love you!"...it melted my heart. How many times will he yell THAT out at school? I think those moments are to be cherished as we all know they grow up too fast, and start getting embarrassed by doing such simple things.
Then came the pick up. T does not do goodbyes. I have no clue why, but he is horrible at telling people goodbye. T's teacher has a very specific and ever so simple check-out procedure. Yet for my child, it's the worst thing in the world. In order for him to leave, he has to give her a hug or high five so that she can see each child is leaving with the appropriate adult. Every child did this simple task, except my wonderfully awesome child. (that's a bit of sarcasm at the moment :)) He wouldn't do it. He had a complete melt down. When he calmed down a bit, I took his hand and gave his teacher a high five. He FREAKED out all the way to the car. Daddy came up with saying the punishment that if he doesn't say goodbye the way he needs too, we will take away his dinosaur transformers for the whole day/evening. So far, so good. Every day since, he has given her "bumps". You know, because he can never do EXACTLY what the rules are. :)
Besides the minor hiccup his first day (which did NOT seem minor at the time), he did very well his first week. Now comes yesterday, and he wakes up saying that he doesn't feel well, that his throat is "loud", and he can't go to school, he thinks he needs to go to the Doctor...REALLY!? Do these excuses already start at 3 years old and in PRESCHOOL!?!? We have a tough road ahead of us if that's what is going to be happening already! Lol! He did, however, go to school and did very well.
I hope everyone has had a great start to their fall! We are getting into my favorite time of the year! I have chicken chili simmering on the stove (yes, at 9:45 at night), but it tastes better the next day :) And I think this weather has caused everyone to make chili because there was a huge outage at the store for black beans and pinto beans! Seriously. I have Christmas Cottage warming in my Scentsy warmer and Mannheim Steamroller Christmas Celebration playing for G's lullabies tonight. Yep, it's only the middle of September, but I LOVE the Holiday season and I always start getting in the mood earlier and earlier every year.