Mark Lowry "Mama Had Enough"

Boy or BOY if you have followed me on Facebook; you know its been a pretty stressful day. If there was anytime that my boys have shown they sweet hyperactive selves it was today. Why is it when you wake up stressed anyways. The aliens come and take their brains leaving us looking at them as if they have totally lost their minds. Wondering why they would think jumping from the top bunk to land on their brother, or putting in marshmallows into the microwave. How about when you've told them touching your brother will do nothing but cause an argument, and they proceed to touch. Ending up in a fight of who will reign over the house with maleness while dad is away. Have you ever watched wrestling ( WWF) where they stick our their chest and proceed to grunt, jump, kick or hit until the last one is standing. That person because the king of the rink. It's that way with boys ( or at least mine) . Toe into Micahs room can cause an all out war, and touching Elijah can cause hyperactivness until it goes to far and arguments start. It has been totally different raising the boys from raising Grace. Grace didn't fight for the man leadership of the home, she just continued on being who she is GRACE. There was never a fight of me biggest and baddest. The boys never tested her on that. ( well only a few times micah did, he found out really quick it could be painful). Where am I going with this? Well I didn't get day 3 done today with church and having a day of putting the first two days into practice. Practice you ask? with Keith gone how would I practice? WELL let me tell you when you have boys anything can happen. At ANY time in ANY manner. This morning I wake up, out comes elijah with pants backwards, shirt unevened buttoned and hair going everywhere. His first remark was, I'm ready for church. Through eyes with sleep still in them, I looked in horrier holding my tongue. Smiled and said way to go buddy, but I think your zipper goes up front not in the back. Well then it's time to leave, and leaving can take the most out of any mother when it comes to preparing them to leave. Telling Elijah at least 3 times to take his medication, put on his socks and shoes, Jacket and hat. By the time we're out the door I've felt like I've worked all day. So I send Elijah downstairs with Micah to get into the truck, simple task RIGHT? Nope... I come down to find Micah and Elijah chasing each other around circles doing everything but getting into the truck. So the lecture of being an example began for Micah, and obeying for Elijah. Next thing I know Elijah is screaming his coat is caught in the door, and I turn around to see and what do I see. This sweet boy who was told over and over again to put his shoes on. He walked out in his socks to the truck, ran around the truck, but didn't think HMMM maybe my feet are cold and I could use so shoes. Get the shoes on and off to church we go, 20 minutes late AGAIN. As we are heading towards the church I begin my speech of " now elijah you have listen to your teacher not always talking". He then proceeds his speech of how he can't help but want to talk because he knows the answers. He then started on eating snacks, drinking juice and some other things I can't remember. Inside I'm repeating Patience, kindness, patience , kindness smiling and noding. I pull up into church, the boys jump out of the truck and I just sit there. Knowing that Keith isn't here today and I will be attending church all alone. I know it seems like Katy you've done 3 deployments whats the big deal? Well during those times I knew my surroundings and people. Now I have to rely on God to carry me. So I ended up in the bathroom with tears flowing. Trying to pull myself together and realize it's ok. So I talk to Keith and head back into church. Fast forward 45 minutes ... sitting in Chilis enjoying lunch with the boys. I'm looking at the menu, micah at his. The next thing I hear is MOM I"M STUCK. I look over to Elijah there he was bent over rearend on the bench and head towards the floor. My eyes began to water up again, Micah looks at me and says I got this mom. So I walked into the bathroom to once again try to gather my composer. I really don't want the boys to think I've lost my mind. How he got there I have no idea, how Micah got him out I don't even want to know. All I know was, as I came around the corner the shock of mylife happened. Elijah was laughing LOUD as Micah was tickling him in the seat. People looking at me as if I lost control. Elijah looked up at me and loudly said Mom please forgive me I was getting a crayon because I love yellow and yellow was on the floor. Micah smiling at me saying all ok mom? At that point I realized I've become a mom of boys. Crying one minute and laughing the next trying to remove stuff from every area of their bodies. Wanting to scream ENOUGH, while mean time all they are being is boys. So fast forward another hour.. we are all settled at home I hear screaming, and I fight beginning. I walk in to make sure there is no blood. ( because I didn't want the carpets stained) =). To see Elijah attemping his second flight lesson towards his brother trying to do a WWF on him. Micah with a laugh says Mom Elijah is learning to fly. UMMMM not on my time and espically in this apartment don't want the cleaning bill for the blood on carpets. So as Elijah sat ready for flight, I looked at him and said don't even try it. He looked at me instead of getting down 'said WHY? it's fun mom, Micah showed me how to do it... OH man when did the sense leave my boys? Nancy I think it's the aliens. So you would think it was stop there right? NOPE... Gotta try food experments first before calling it a day. I am sitting watching T.V. and I start smelling something burning. I walk in and ask a simple question. Ummmm WHAT IS BURNING? you would think the simple answer would come right? Micah looks at me and says I'm cooking it's O.K. I won't burn the house down. UMMM son big no no don't ever tell your mother you won't burn the house down and cooking in the same sentence. Right then comes a sound only a mother knows. MICROWAVE!!. I run into the kitchen to see smoke I open the microwave to find a marshmello mess. Simple answer to it right? NOPE.. Micah, Well Grace said you could cook Marshmellows in the microwave. My daughter lives in Arkansas and still has the blame placed on her. You would think being 15 he would understand Marshmellow means microwave mess. He does but its funnier to blame his sister mom doesn't get upset with her as much. =) So today was a day of reflecting on Boys, what their made of and celebrate their boyness. To remember to repeat to oneself Patience, Kindness, Patience , Kindness. To laugh more and get angry less, So now who is going to clean that marshmellow mess and fix any broken bones from flying adventures that would be MOM. This will be a day I can hold against them for a LONG time when girls come into the picture. And remember if I can have patience while a child is stuck UNDER a table I can have patience with my own husband. I don't know though, the DNA comes strong from the bean side to be hyperactive, loving Boys. Love you my boys.