I let the kids "wash" my black car with their towels and sponges. It was about to go through the carwash anyway. I was patting myself on the back for finding something that entertained them for so long... when Lydia walks in and says "MOM, Claire is cleaning the car with a golf club." Yep. A golf club. So one of our doors has lots of lovely small scratches on it from Claire's cleaning efforts. What a joy.
We also went to the movies as a family. Usually movies are just for dad and the big girls while I stay with Scarlett, but this time we alll went. The only way to keep Scarlett still was to continue feeding her treats... and that didn't last long enough. We gave her a cup of popcorn which she tossed over her head to the people behind us. We gave her licorice, but she only wanted one. The next one we gave her, she threw at the lady's head in front of us. Then there was the usual climbing and screaming fits to get out of the aisle. She was exhausting.
She was a joy.
One afternoon we were playing with the soccer ball, and for whatever reason, Lydia wanted to surprise me by throwing the ball at my face. I got a bloody nose. What a joy.
Then there was that time I was at a friend's house, and while we were chatting, Scarlett got into my wallet and emptied all the cards out... then "played" with them and scattered them everywhere. I thought I got them all... until I got to Sam's Club and didn't have a debit card.
Scarlett seems to be the source of most of these "joys" in my life right now. I love that she always fills her diaper when we are out running errands.. because its so easy to change her in the back seat of a car while she wiggles around fighting me. I love that she moves chairs around the house so that she can get up onto counters. I love that she throws her food everywhere in protest. I love that she goes rigid and screams every time I try to get her in her car seat. I love that she's learned to pull her sister's hair... and mine.. when she is upset with us. She is such a joy. And somehow.. I still love her. SO much. I miss her when I'm away from her for a few hours. What's up with that?
I am not a cynic... I just want to remind myself that it ain't easy, and its not always joyous and happy. Thank goodness there are good days and great moments that make up for all of these little "joys".


























