Not the Sunday Morning I had planned!

My husband left Friday for Haiti and will be gone for eight days.  For most of the week it’s just me and the three kids.  My sister is here visiting but she was still sleeping when my morning started.

At 6:43, Sawyer yelps from his room and I hear the patter of feet and a voice beside my bed informing me that he has wet the bed.  I have to get up at 7:00 anyway so no big deal.  I ask him to change out of his wet stuff and put on new, but darn that daylight savings–its still dark!  He is tall enough to reach light switches, but for some insane reason the light in our bathroom is about five feet high.  He’ll be 10 before he can turn that light on by himself!  It’s also hot here and I have the ceiling fans on so the light to his room doesn’t work without pulling the cord on the ceiling.   That leaves the hallway.  The moment he turns the light on, I know I am doomed!  I hear Madelyn start to stir in her bassinet because the light is in her eyes.  If she wakes up, I will have to nurse and breakfast isn’t started.

Meanwhile, Sawyer begins to whine about having to touch the pee clothes.  By this time, Madelyn is definitely awake and I hurry out of the bedroom to feed her before Lucy wakes up–she was in my bed–I have no idea why!

I start to feed Madelyn and of course Sawyer needs something and I am pretty much stuck in the chair until I am done nursing.  He is not persuaded to drop the subject and keeps nagging me until Lucy wakes up.  She is CRABBY when she wakes up before she is ready.  She gets out of bed and starts crying, but she won’t tell me what’s wrong and I can’t convince her to come to me.  So she is just standing in the hallway sobbing at the top of her lungs.  After a serious line of questioning with no coherent answer, it finally dawns on me that she probably peed herself.   She says no, but after finally convincing her to come to me, I feel her pants and they are soaking wet.  Not even 7:15 and there are pee clothes all over my house!

Being two and a little fashionista, Lucy picks out the outfit she plans to wear for the day—but it’s Sunday, and I need to have a little say in the matter because she is not going to church in those faded rainbow polka dot pants!  We argue for several minutes and over at least three outfits before she is finally dressed.  Time is ticking away and breakfast is not started.  Baked oatmeal takes exactly 5 minutes to prepare and 22 minutes to cook and at this point all three of my kids are crying or whining!

I then realize I am out of applesauce and need to improvise the recipe.  I decide to make up a recipe for peanut butter oatmeal on the fly, but have to go downstairs to find a new jar of peanut butter.  I leave the screaming cries of “Mommy, hold me” and “Mommy, I have to tell you something.” and dash to the pantry downstairs where I in a hushed, but emphatic voice shout–“Just SHUT UP!!!!!!” and hope they can’t hear me use the “S” word.  This relieves enough stress for me to get breakfast in the oven and get two of the three kids ready for church.

I finally hop in the shower fifteen minutes later than I planned and get myself ready for church.  Five minutes before leaving for church, I realize Madelyn is still in her pajamas and wet diaper—oops, I have three kids now!  Luckily my sister is here visiting or this may have started my personal meltdown.  But she got the older two out the door and buckled in car seats while I got Maddie ready.

We made it to church and weren’t even the last ones to show up!  Not the Sunday morning I had planned.  I know church-goers often joke about the hectic pace of Sunday mornings and about how it seems the Devil will do just about anything to destroy your ability to come to church ready to worship.   The chaos is worth the fellowship though, and I was truly blessed at worship today which focused on ending Modern Day Slavery and by the kindness of friends at church who know my husband is gone and offered very practical help–a meal and a play date.

Here is the recipe for the Peanut Butter Baked Oatmeal which was delicious and satisfyingly filling!

1/2 cup milk (I used almond milk)

1 egg

1/3 cup sugar

1/2 cup peanut butter (I used half almond butter and half natural peanut butter)

1-2 tsp vanilla (I didn’t measure)

2 cups old fashioned oats

1 tsp baking powder

1/2 tsp salt

a pinch of cinnamon

1/4 cup chocolate chips (optional)

Preheat oven to 350, spray 8×8 pan with cooking spray, and bake for 22 minutes–give or take if your oven cooks differently than mine.

Modern Day Slavery- Can I afford not to be convicted?

Before I was a mom, I used to marvel at how my mom-friends were so clueless about what was happening in the world and quite frankly I was pretty judgmental about how their talk seemed to center only on their children and their bodily functions and other accomplishments.  Of course now that I am a mom, I am TOTALLY guilty of telling poop stories at socially inappropriate times.  But worse I have to admit how easy it is to forget about life outside my family because the demands of every day life seem to suck up all brain activity.  I need other people to remind me of how I can care for my family and others too!

This Sunday was Freedom Sunday at my church.  We have been learning about how we can become involved in ending modern day slavery.  Our speaker, Kevin Austin, called for action from the Christian community in the work to end modern day slavery.   Kevin actually came to speak in chapel at the college where my husband works last year and stayed in our home, but I was unable to hear him speak and during our informal interactions I found myself unable to speak intelligently not only on the topic of slavery but also on what my response to slavery should be.  It was a privilege to hear his presentation today, and I feel both overwhelmed and moved by what I learned.

One of the most practical tools Kevin spoke about was a website called free2work.org which evaluates industries, specific products and companies in four categories that measure their involvement in perpetuating modern day slavery.  Their website and app, help train clueless people like me to become conscious consumers so that my chocolate habit doesn’t unwittingly enslave some five-year-old little girl.

After perusing the website, I honestly feel more overwhelmed than hopeful.  Very few companies that I have heard of score high.   Take children’s clothing for instance,  we shop where we can find the best deals.  But to my horror,nearly every children’s clothing line on the list that I recognized received a low score, except Old Navy which received a B.  Way to go Old Navy and Gap people!  But here is a listing of the failures–That’s an F people–Carters, Genuine Kids, Just One Year, OshKosh B’Gosh, and Child of Mine.  Faded Glory received a D+ and Disney received a C-.   The Children’s Place, which we shop often, was not rated.   How achingly ironic that keeping my kids clothed, keeps other kids in bondage.

And to think, I almost spent $40 at Carters just yesterday, but didn’t because I forgot my coupon!  But here’s the problem, if there are so many bad choices available where do we shop?  I understand that my demand for cheap clothes contributes to the problem,, but these companies should be kept accountable as well.

Am I really ready to kick my chocolate addiction?  I ate two handfuls of chocolate chips on the same day I heard that 70% of the world’s chocolate comes from slave labor.  worse, I told myself it was ok because I already bought it and I wouldn’t want to waste it.

I fear not being able to afford becoming a conscious consumer, but can I really afford not to be convicted about modern day slavery?   There is a lot to think about and I’m not sure how today will change me for the long haul, but I want to be a part of changing the way people are treated.  I want to stand up for the rights of those who have no voice.  That’s something I care about–it should be more important than chocolate or a great sale.