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Nine Days Left.

Last night we were out at a church event and fun was had by all. The line to the ice cream truck, however, was not necessarily my favorite portion of the evening, but the kids enjoyed it thoroughly and we were home at about 10 and everyone promptly passed out. Success. I'm expecting tonight and tomorrow to be the same! I've already warned them that the ice cream truck will not be repeated and I am fully prepared to weather any nasty attitude.

Today the moments have been nice. We made meatballs together. Everyone had a job. I would chop up garlic and onion and put it in the measuring cup so my son could dump it in the big bowl. My oldest daughter was the egg cracker and putter awayer. Cooking really is a wonderful family diversion. Even on the hardest days, I think that it's a wonderful distraction. This morning started out with the same old aggravations of my son doing everything he felt like doing and disregarding what he was told. That's fine. I kept doing what I know to do and stayed in "My Happy Place". I know sometimes it's easier said than done and I am the last person who will tout about how well they are doing because I know that I have fallen quite short daily, hourly, and some days even by the minute. No one is perfect and I am grateful for each and every day to try again... even if I don't always get it right, I love my family and that's all they really need, right?

So, the meatballs are in the crockpot  because it's too hot to turn on the stove (again, hooray electricity!), attempting to keep the kids busy without the use of the television, and have them get involved with the cooking and cleaning and picking up. They seem to do better when given tasks to complete. My son was so excited to take out the trash so, great! Have at it!

Hanging in there for the home stretch.