Dreams and Nightmares
The primary program is this weekend. I feel ready. I am not stressing about it at all.
At least not when I am conscious.
Last night I tossed and turned and flipped and was worse than sizzling bacon. Jeffrey eventually gave up and went elsewhere to sleep. I can't blame him, though, I was a mess. During that time of sleep exercise I was dreaming about the program. Nothing dire or scary, I wasn't dreaming that it would flop, I was simply dreaming about it.
Jeffrey woke me up, told me my worries and fears are unfounded (he is wrong), and that I should try to get some sleep.
Eventually I went back to sleep and had a truly horrifying dream complete with Bond super villains, and throughout that dream I slept like a baby.
Funny that I sleep fine through a bad dream, but through a normal just regular dream my body freaks out and smacks and kicks my husband numerous times.
I guess I am not as calm and collected about the whole thing as I think I am.
Oh well. I am sure it will be fine. And if not, everyone loves the antics of the rowdy little kids anyway.
Life is good and hectic and full of spontaneous moments and laughter.
Beth is a riot. The other night I asked her to kiss me goodnight. I said "Kiss Mommy night-night." She leaned towards Jeffrey to kiss him. We laughed and said "Kiss Daddy night-night." She zombie walked over to me and kissed me. She does know the difference, she was just being a goose. She loves sleeping, though she is a ridiculously light sleeper. If she wants to nap, she will lead me into her bedroom and tap her bed. If she wants to nap while Keith and Faye are active, they have to either go outside or downstairs as the noise of them talking will keep her awake. It is endearing and annoying at the same time. No vacuuming or wheat grinding while she sleeps, that is for sure.
Beth is beginning to talk a lot. She says Mommy, Daddy, juice, drink, food (which sounds like dude), book, kitty, meow, and thank you. She is ridiculously polite. She always says thank you after you give her something. every. single. time. Adorable.
She is simply the happiest baby ever. She doesn't get mad very often, and she is smiley and happy every time she wakes up be it from a nap or in the morning, she is always excited to great us. She is such a blessing in our lives. However, Jeffrey is counting down the days until he can take her to nursery as she is a handful at church for him. I can't have her in primary as she would wreak havoc and the kids wouldn't pay attention to anything but the super cute baby running all around, so she goes with Jeffrey who ends up pacing in the halls with her.
Faye is beginning to learn to read. She has become quite the handful and more often than not I want to pull my hair out because of her antics. She is sassy, rude, writes on the walls, her clothes and the baby, hits, calls names, etc. She is just plain naughty. It dawned on me yesterday while I was sweeping that she possibly feels a bit displaced. She and I were so close before Beth was born, and I think her suddenly becoming the middle child has been a hard transition on her. I need to figure out how to help her feel like she gets enough of my attention and love, and I need to use this time as a great learning experience. She is just helping me learn how to control my temper, not shout, and to find creative responses to her actions.
Keith is doing wonderfully in school. I was worried for a bit there at the start. He told me he hated school as he didn't have anyone to play with during recess, but after talking with his teacher, that isn't actually the case, he is just dramatic. He has lots of friends, and is just brilliant. My opinion, but really, he is just so smart! And honestly, I don't think the girls could ask for a better brother than him.
I guess that is my quick summary of life.