Just for Laughs

Hi Mamas!  I had originally written a post that I think is a little heavy and, well, I'm just not feeling too serious today. So, I'm gonna switch it up and instead share a funny in hopes of just making you laugh. Don't you think we need to laugh more? I do! So sit back and enjoy this little sliver of shenanigans of what I like to call my everyday life, Lord help me. I'll set the tone and say that Gentry (Ring 3) loves to secretly take my phone and take pictures.

Several weeks ago, we were in full swing ball season. One in softball, one in baseball, and, well, one just ready for the party.  One Monday, a super hot one, Graci had day games. I packed up everything for an all-dayer: Toys, sidewalk chalk, 3 bag chairs, bottled water, snacks, lunch- you get the idea. Imagine John Candy in Summer Rental, you know where he's walking to the beach carrying EVERYTHING, that's me. I don't know how it's possible, please I know exactly how it's possible, to be utterly exhausted before reaching the destination. We reach the ball field and I am in full John Candy mode carrying all of our junk to the field. I can't be bothered with making two trips-two trips are for sissies and by sissies I mean smart people. Somewhere in the middle of the chaos of carrying 3 bag chairs (except they don't have bags  so let's be real, they are just chairs, totally-hard-to-handle-not-convenient CHAIRS ), two coolers, a backpack, sticky hands, and a phone. WAIT where is my phone? I couldn't find my phone anywhere. I looked and looked.  I went through all by bags- Nothing. I went through the car-Nothing. I went through the car again, because I don't know, I thought maybe God may have mercy on me and put it in my car the second time- Nothing.  I finally gave up the search and went to the concession stand for some sunflower seeds. While there, I asked if anyone had turned in a phone.  A sweet, teenage girl laughed a little then said it was at the front gate. Let that sink in, LAUGHED A LITTLE. We trekked back up to the front gate and sure enough the lady had my phone.  She said....wait for it....wait for it, "I went through you pictures to see if I could recognize you in any of them." Then she LAUGHED A LITTLE. Oh Lord have mercy, what was on my phone??!! I politely said thank you and hurriedly walked back to our chairs to swipe through my phone.
I gasped! The first three pictures on my phone were of Jason, my husband, standing in the living room in his underwear flipping through channels of the TV per the request of one very demanding three year old.  IN HIS UNDERWEAR!  A set-up? I think so. :)

Stay Strong, Mamas!
Erica

When you make a mistake, say "I'm sorry."

Before I was a teacher, I was a nail technician. It was a super, fun job. I had many clients but really they were more than clients; they were family. We celebrated together births of children, marriages, new houses and listened and comforted each other during life's hardships. They became part of my circle and I looked forward to every appointment.
One morning, when Graci (our oldest) was little, I was having a particularly rough day- already. Nothing was going right, I couldn't find my keys, and we were LATE. The ultimate trifecta in a recipe for a bad day. The chaos of the morning had turned me into an order-barking-dictator and it wasn't pretty. Get dressed, now! Stop playing! WE. ARE. LATE. Hurry! Hurry! HURRY! GET DRESSED!