A Little Boy and His Spackle

My little boys...they are busy. They are very busy and very inquisitive.  Especially my sweet Ry.
Lately, I have been determined to do some small repairs around my house. Pretty easy repairs that don't require much "how to" knowledge. I figure I can knock a few of these out with a little spackle. I mean, how hard can it be to use spackle to repair a few small holes...
Spackle purchased, I begin the repairs! My main focus is a hole I made (that story is for another post...maybe, ha!) in my dining room wall. I can always expect a little helper when working on a project. This day was no different. In comes my curious Ry who loves to ask many questions. This day he asks "I can do it mommy?". No baby, this is a job for mommy. Maybe when you get older. He seems okay with that answer for the time being. So...I finish my repairs and put the spackle on the kitchen counter. A few places will need another coat of spackle before I can put it up for good...you know...up...out of the way...in the garage.  But I'll put it out there tomorrow. I mean, why waste a trip to the garage since I will be needing the spackle first thing tomorrow morning? Makes perfect sense to me!
Fast forward to 7am "ish" the next morning. I wake up. My first thought is: Where is Ry? Usually Ry will get in bed with me in the mornings. Not this morning. My second thought: Oh no!!! He's got the spackle!!! And sure enough, my sweet, inquisitive Ry was spackling away on the wall and on some of my tile floor! All I could see were globs of pink! All I could think (as I quickly ran to get a sponge) was "I'm such an idiot, why didn't I put this up. This is my fault, this is all my fault. What else should I expect of this inquisitive child!!!"
Thankfully, most the spackle had not dried. I know this because that pretty pink color was still pink. When it dries, it turns white. I can't tell you how fun it was to scrub spackle off my walls at 7 am "ish" in the morning...before my first cup of coffee, ha!
One would think I learned my lesson the day he got a hold of the paint and paint brush I was using to do some touch-ups with! But no, not me! Because, I mean, who would want to walk the whole, 10, loooong steps to the garage to put the spackle up when I'm only going to use it the next morning?!
The good news is, most of the spackle did come off. The rest is waiting for me to take a piece of sand paper to it. When I find the energy...

A new journal...journey...whatever but here goes!

My mother-in-law has always encouraged me to write down the crazy/funny stories of my family. Specifically: my 2 boys! But then that means keeping a journal, right!? No way! I hate writing, I get hand cramps and I'm always too tired! BUT (I thought to myself a couple of months ago) maybe I should start blogging! I can type pretty fast and I think I can print this stuff out after I write it! Plus, I can share all the funny, "you would not believe what happened to me" stories with my family and friends! Maybe they can get a good laugh out of these crazy days I am living through at this point in my life! I mean, if someone else can get a good laugh, then it makes it all worth it to me! Well, at least it makes it more bearable, ha!
So, those thoughts were a few months ago... I have actually been praying about it. Praying about it, you might ask? Absolutely! I knew if I started blogging I would probably be putting myself "out there" so much more. I mean, what if the Lord starts nudging me to write about something other than my funny stories? What if at one point or another, He nudges me to open up about some of the struggles I have faced? Do I really want to open myself up like that to people I am not closest to? But worst of all...what if I make a grammatical error in my writing?! I have friends who love to look for those mistakes! I use to teach with some of them....I am one of them, lol! So I didn't put much more thought into the whole "blogging" thing.
Until about a week ago. I started playing around with the blogging idea again; but still not ready to take the "jump" into the land of blogging. I don't even know how to set up a blog, I thought. And then today, just when I was about to abandon the idea all together, a long-time friend suggested I start a blog. At this point I knew I just needed to do it.
So....I'm not going to worry about what future posts the Lord might nudge me to write. I'm not going to worry about all the grammatical errors I will make. I'm just going to have fun with this new journal...journey...whatever, today!
And a big thanks to my very smart, fireman/surfboard shaper of a husband who helped get me up and going!