For the past few months I have wanted my own baby like crazy. Now that the semester is done, my social world has shifted to being more church-heavy than grad-heavy, and so many people in my age group have little ones. And they're adorable. And even being pregnant didn't look so awful - or at least it all seemed worth it. So despite the lack of a boyfriend - let alone a husband - and an income that could support two mouths, I was soooo ready to be a mom.
Yeah, no more.
Babysat three boys tonight, ages 2, 4, and 6. And boy do I feel like I just sat for three boys. The two year old was a dream. The six year old tried to help but also pushed his bedtime for an hour. The four year old was a bit of a terror. He was a bit like me with my sitters in that being tired made him push harder and harder to stay up. It also made him angry and he became rude when I told him to go back to bed. And the 4 and 6 year old share a room and the poor 6 year old truly wanted to go to sleep but couldn't because his brother was singing "Ol' McDonald" at the top of his lungs. When the TV was on they were angels. Sonic the Hedgehog is great.
I'll be a great mom one day. I know that. I have patience like no other with kids. But right now, I'm so enjoying the ability to turn them back over to their parents after a few hours.
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In other news, two chapters of my thesis are drafted. The data is 98% ready to be run. I got a full-benefits job for the summer. I get a bit of a vacation this coming week on a trip to Boston. And life in general really is going well. After the stressful months of 2011, 2012 really is shaping up to be a great year.
In prepping to move, I put the cat carriers out in the apartment with the doors open to try and get Ruby and Rosalie used to them. Ruby apparently is fine with this as I find her in there napping regularly. Rosalie on the other hand sniffs the outside and the opening and then walks away. She's gonna be my problem child in this upcoming move, I'm betting.
Finally - some food for thought. What if we read passages of the Bible as if they were sarcastic. (Hear me out before you flip out, please.) For example, the passage of Jesus talking with the woman at the well. It's been suggested that this is a woman going toe to toe with Jesus in a theological discussion and that she's so caught up in her conversion experience that she goes and tells the villagers and they all come to hear the Good News. What if she actually brought the villagers to come see the crazy guy at the well? And her social standing was already low as she was on her fifth husband and ostracized by her community (as shown by her coming to a well as high noon as opposed to with the rest of the women in the morning when it was cooler). That much ostracism likely gave her a thick skin. It's possible I'm applying too much 21st century thinking to Biblical times. But seriously... the Greeks (which is what a lot of the New Testament is written in) were known for layering their writings, sarcasm, and humor. Why do we read the Bible as if it's all as dull as the dictionary? Why do we think people didn't have questions then? Because people certainly have questions now; though they're often told that's a sign of weak faith. It just doesn't seem to make for good writing to have lots of questions and justifications thrown around when you can use metaphors and sarcasm. Just something to think about.
I'm off to watch another episode of Downton Abbey. I hope that show's not over... I'm hooked.
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