I usually do not get political but watching what is happening in our country has been getting to me. Today this video came to me and I thought I would share it. Not going to write much, but ask you to think about what you can do to help bring our country back to where what our God fearing founding fathers hoped it would be.

Don’t ya love getting a “well, dah” when you say something? Today it happened in the car. I was telling Miss 5 year old that when we got back she had to take a nap especially  since she wanted to go to tumbling class. She decided she did not want to go. I informed her that she was still taking a nap just a longer one if she was not going to class. The conversation went on when suddenly I got the “dah”.  Grammie does not deal well with the “dah” and I told her so. I told her she was being very disrespectful. From there the conversation went to what does that mean, why is it wrong and many other questions. All the explanations finally ended with a very proper and polite apology.

I got to thinking about “dah” and how many times we use it or hear it. We have “dah” moments (used to be called senior moments or slip our mind moments) now they are “dah”. We use it sarcastically when someone says something that we already knew, being as rude as Miss 5 yr. old was to me.

I began to wonder about how many “dah moments” I have allowed in my life over the years. How many times has the right thing been there in front of me and I did something else or nothing and then thought of it later. OR worse yet, did not think of it later and never learned from it?

Today I was reminded again of remembering to watch my mouth, my mind and my actions. Not only are there other ones watching, but God is watching. Wonder how many times He has said “dah” about me?

I will be posting soon, but after being hacked I am back again thanks to twentypointnine.com Thank you Eugene!!

Background:

For some time now life has been more than a little stress. Family situations, surgeries and financial things can weigh you down. I am so glad that God can bring humor and fun when  you need it.

My husband was asked to apply for a promotion. He got excited and really wanted this new position. All sounded good till it came to the hours, 2nd shift.  Now, I am speaking from experience here and know I do not handle second shift (or third shift for that matter). I wake early and my granddaughter comes early. I do not get to sleep till he is in the house and all is well.  While I am so happy for him and the promotion, I also know that it will be something hard on me.

This has led me to try to think of what I can do to not get so down and stressed over this change. It has led to me thinking and not sleeping well for a number of nights . I finally decided if I am going to have to stay up till midnight and get up at 5 or so from now on I might as well get used to it and sit up and think of plans.

Yesterday:

I was tired. I have been fighting allergies which have my head filled and pounding headaches as well. I was trying to homeschool Kindergarten work to my granddaughter. Usually Tuesdays are harder as she has been with her parents all weekend and then needs to buckle down to school work. Yesterday was Wednesday. A usual “back into it day”.

Not yesterday!

“What number is this”

“I don’t know, 1 and 0″

It is the number 10  What number is it?

10

showed 2 more numbers, then the 10 again

What number is this?

1 and 0

What do 1 and 0 make when they are together?

I don’t know

OK, I want you to write 10 tens and say “ten” each time you write one.

OK

Good job, now what number is this?

AHhhhhhhhhhhhh  8?

OK, we need to work on this.

She gets off chair, puts her night gown around her neck and ties the sleeves, puts arms out like she is flying and runs singing “Little Scout does not want to do this, Little Scout just wants to play”.

NOW, this is a highly intelligent little girl that uses logic and reasoning way beyond her age. She associates and relates and asks questions that you would expect from a much older child.  To say I was stunned by this is mild. but then all I could do was laugh inside and text her mom!

Later in the day we were walking to her Gymnastics class. A large pick up went by and she said “That was a hick up truck” .  We then talked about sounds and what a pick up truck was and what a hick up is!

The remainder of the day was spent in chuckles between my husband and I. Next week he starts 2nd shift, so he will be here to hear the chuckles along the way. I am sure that will be a blessing to him and encourages me to make the best of it.

I have ideas for keeping busy but ask for prayer that they will be formulated and work out. I need to keep ambition and not depression going in the changes  ahead.

Some days we all need a little humor to keep going. Lately I have needed a lot!

For a number of years now I have subscribed to The Cybersalt Digest and enjoy the humor there. Sometimes the humor hits too close to home, other times it brings back memories. This was today’s and yes, it brings back memories:

Dear Kids,

Don’t be alarmed, the world isn’t coming to an end. I am simply taking a bath. It will take about thirty minutes and will involve soap and water. Yes, I know how to swim. Even if I didn’t, forcing myself to drown in a half-inch of lukewarm water is more work than I’ve got energy for. (Which reminds me, I’m all for science projects, but the next time you want to see if Play-Doh floats, use cold water.)

Don’t panic if I’m not out right on time. I’ve heard that people don’t dissolve in water and I’d like to test the theory. While I’m in the tub, I’d like you to remember a few things. The large slab of wood between us is called a door. Do not bang to hear my voice. I promise that even though you can’t see me, I *am* on the other side. I’m not digging an escape tunnel and running for the border, no matter what I said a while ago. I didn’t mean it. Honest. There will be plenty of time later to tell me about your day.

“Later” means at a time when I am no longer naked, wet, and contemplating bubble gum in the blow dryer. I know you have important things to tell me. Please let one of them be that you have invented a new way to blow bubbles, not a new way to add gum to your hair.

Believe it or not, shouting, “TELEPHONE!” through the closed bathroom door will *not* make the phone stop ringing. Answer it and take a message. Since Amazing Mind-Reading Mom has the day off, you’ll need to write that message down. Use paper and a pencil. Do not use your brother and the laundry marker. We can’t send him to school with telephone number tattoos.

Water makes me wet, not deaf. I can still tell the difference between the sound of “nothing” and the sound of a child playing the piano with a basketball. I can also hear you tattling at the top of your lungs. I’m *choosing* NOT to answer you.
Don’t call your dad at work and tell him I am unconscious in the bathroom. He didn’t appreciate it last time. He won’t appreciate it more this time. Trust me.

No matter how much I would like it, water does not make me forgetful. I remember who you are and why you are grounded. No, you can’t go to Shelby’s house to play. No, you can’t go to Shelby’s house to use the bathroom. If someone is in our other bathroom, you will just have to think dry thoughts and wait. Unless you have four feet and a tail, do not think of going outside to “water” the lawn. I know the dog does it. The neighbors don’t feel the need to call me when the dog does it.

Unless the house catches on fire, stay inside and keep the doors locked. Do not go outside and throw rocks at the bathroom window to get my attention. I know it works in the movies. This is reality, the place where people don’t like to sit in a tub while rocks and broken glass rain in on them. Do not set the house on fire.

Call me if there is an emergency.

Emergencies ARE:
1. Dad has fallen off the roof.
2. Your brother and/or sister is bleeding.
3. There’s a red fire truck in front of our house.

Emergencies are NOT:
1. Dad has fallen asleep.
2. Someone on TV is bleeding.
3. There’s a red pickup truck in front of our house.

One other thing: Being forced to use the last roll of toilet paper for a towel does not make me happy. It makes me sticky with little white polka dots. In the future, when the tub overflows, use a mop to clean up the water instead of every towel in the house. For my sanity’s sake, let’s pretend it was the tub, Okay? No, I don’t want to hear the real story. Ever. Especially not while I’m standing in the pool of water you missed.

By the way, all Play-Doh experiments are hereby canceled.

Be good. Entertain yourselves. Yes, you can do both at the same time. Try coloring, playing a game, or paying that stack of bills on the coffee table. I’ll be out soon. Maybe.

Love, Your Mom

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