On Thursday of this week we had dance. Now that's not something that's special to us because we also had dance on Monday and Tuesday. During the day we met up with my husband's aunt and her three little ones at the Children's museum in Saint Paul. The kids love the museum and I know that they will be completely exhausted by the end of it. Always a bonus when the temperatures start to drop and the kids aren't outside quite as much. We had a blast up there as usual and on the way back all 4 of the little ones were all passed out.
My proud little dancers.
We picked up the oldest two girls, grabbed a quick snack, changed for dance and were off again. Thursday is our 3 class day. My boys (ages 3 and 4) both adore dance. The 4 year old has started to feel pressure about being the only boy in his class though and decided he will be quitting next year. However he made this same pronouncement last year and changed his mind at the last second. We live roughly 30 minutes from the dance studio so it doesn't make a lot of sense for us to head home. We ran some errands during the boys classes and when I dropped off my oldest, I allowed the kids to watch a movie and eat some pizza. I hate eating in the Yukon but it was cold and we're not allowed to bring any food into the hallway where we have to wait during classes so I have had to make some choices. With a large group of hungry children some pizza and movie sounded like the perfect way to pass the hour. After about 15 minutes it was getting very warm and instead of just turning down the heat I turned off the vehicle. I had planned to turn it back on very shortly but I basked in the sounds of my kids singing along nicely to the movie and enjoyed a slice of my own. Five minutes before it was time for my oldest to come out I turned the key and discovered-you got it- no battery life.
My lovely husband was on the road and I knew he wasn't anywhere near us, so I started calling friends. My dear dear friend Maria (mother of 5) responded with jumper cables and we decided we could of course jump my vehicle by ourselves. We most certainly could not. It was extremely dark and neither one of us had ever jumped a vehicle before. We would think we had it and every time we tried, nothing . It didn't help that both of us were deathly afraid of shocking ourselves and with my luck, there is always a very real chance that I will start myself on fire. So with 6 kids sitting in a very dark car, we tried again and again. Finally we had to call in reinforcements. They came in the form of her brother in law who was working on getting his own children in bed. He rushed over with a flashlight and hooked us up correctly and after another few minutes, the vehicle was able to start and we were off. It took us about an hour all in all.
So often people tell me that they can't believe how much I do and that I'm like supermom. I think in most ways, I like that view of myself. I like feeling independent and knowing that for the most part, I am rocking it. My kids all work together and we can accomplish almost anything. But that feeling of I can do it all is so often blown apart when I realize how much I need help. I need a hand from friends and family and I get so sick of always trying to do it on my own. As I struggle with this aspect of my life I see how often I am doing the daily life stuff and not even turning to God like I want to. I know that it's important that I don't try to do it all, but to just let God do it. Even in those times that I am completely going bonkers, He's there and if I don't let him in to help, then I'll never feel at ease or at peace with what I'm doing. My goal this week is to ask for help more but for now, someone is screaming help. Supermom is off to the rescue.
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