I love how his mind works

My youngest of four is 5, n-e-a-r-l-y 6 .  I crack up at how his mind works, most days.  We were having family night the other night and we finished it off with a game.  Pit to be exact, you know that game where you have to collect the whole suit by trading cards with each other--all at the same time--everyone talking at once, over the top of each other, no turn taking, no order, just loose rules of what you can and can't do.  Not my favorite game that we own, in fact I had found a way out of playing by offering to make smoothies for dessert.  It was my turn for family night treat.  On a tangent, it seems its mostly my turn for family night treat.  Even when its someone else's turn to make treat, guess who gets to help facilitate that? me.  Guess who has to buy the ingredients or find them in the pantry? me.  Or guess who has to give directions from the couch to my husband about where to find the cinnamon that is actually in plain site on the shelf or how to put it together?, me.  At least I get to sit down right?  But I digress, I am happy I have a family who need me and love to take their turn making wonderful things in the kitchen and that I get to mentor them through the learning curve.

So my 5 year old was playing pit, he was catching on pretty quick as he has partnered with mom and dad several times before.  The round seemed to be going fine, lots of noise, lots of trading, everyone trying to get what they needed and blaming others when they did not get traded the cards they wanted. (Are you getting why I don't really like this game?)  My 5 year old says "Thanks to who ever gave me the bear, I really wanted that".  He was being sincere.  If you don't know the game, its bad to get the bear, it ruins your hand, you can win while you have the bear so you try to trade it away as soon as you can. My husband explains this to him, "You don't want the bear, it makes the market go down in real life and everyone loses money".  My son doesn't look bothered by this at all but a look of "I know how to take care of that", crosses his face and he takes the card out of his hand and tosses it behind him where it lands on the floor.  Nobody really said anything about it at the time, they figured it was the price of letting him play.  During the final round, by now it was just down to my four kids, my husband had fled, my number 2 son says to my 5 year old "You have to stop throwing the bear on the floor when it gets dealt to you."

This is so how his mind works, if something is holding you back get rid of it, ignore it or take it out of the game. That might be why I found a wadded up piece of sandwich in his dirty clothes bin the other day.  He was told he could have something else to eat after he finished his sandwich. Him and his need to have something to eat all the time, but that is a whole other blog in itself.   He knows I am on to him and check the garbage for discarded yet perfectly good food he is bored of.

Now I have to check the laundry basket too.

We will see how good at this I am

I thought this was a fitting title for a new adventure that I feel sure to be bad at.  But every time I look at the name of my blog I will remember I have not failed unless I have given up.  I am doing many good things in my life.  So many that I really don't feel I have time to write about them.  I started a journal on the computer entitled "A Record of Worth" about four years ago and the entries are few and far between.  But I have not given up.  I just count on the silent note taking of the Angels to fill in the missing parts I feel to busy to write about.  I am so busy I even refuse to Facebook, I can barely keep up with email.  But, I received an impression from a whim to sign up for a gmail account.  I am acting on it so I will see where it takes me.

I am currently enjoying a Saturday all to myself, at home, ALONE.  It is a Christmas present from my husband.  He never knows what to get me, I usually don't know what to ask for.  What I want most is peace in the home.  Since I can't get that with everyone here, since I don't control them, my husband agreed to take the mayhem elsewhere so I can have my peace.  I mean really aren't there just some things you ladies want to do at home that you never have time to with everyone at home.  Just think, no interruptions, no cleaning, I don't answer the phone, its all about me.  I made a huge list of possible things to do today and so far have only got 2 done.  Most of my time has been spent on the computer.  I almost never have enough time to get all I need done on the computer completed.  I have half finished research projects, orders to place, information to organize and on and on.  But this is my second to last computer project for the day and I am moving on to the next important thing.  Sometime I feel torn apart by all the started activities, communications, finding things, meal prep and then all the interruptions.  I am home schooling my youngest 2 and my awesome 5 year old wants my attention every few seconds.  (I wish I were being dramatic with that last comment, but its no exaggeration.)

Maybe I will enlist the help of my home schoolers to help me blog.  Then it will be great.