The kids had vacation Bible school every night this past week, aka vacation blissfulness for the parents. Ryan brought them at 6:30, returned home, and he and I would sit in peaceful silence until 8:20. Well, sometimes we would go for a walk, but mostly we sat, enjoying the sounds of absolutely nothing for two hours. Here’s a sampling of the bounty we are now proud owners of due to a week spent at church. Most of this, in all likelihood, will start to slowly and unexplainably disappear as we begin to pack.
Sunday was Father's Day and we had every intention in the world of making it to church to celebrate although that in and of itself can often be a very tedious task. I laid out all of the kids church clothes the night before, bought donuts for an easy breakfast and purchased a honey baked ham for lunch. I snuck out of bed early without waking Ryan, displaying his Father’s Day card on top of the bathroom sink to surprise him, went downstairs, made myself a cup of coffee (it may be Fathers Day but some things still don’t change!) and then made him a cup as well. I was in a cheerful mood, having slept well and asked Mabel to go downstairs and let Luke out of his bed. He has a huge, 6 foot tall, padded bed (similar to a baby crib) that opens in the corner to allow him to gain access in and out. She obeyed, running down to “free” him for breakfast and two seconds later Tate came running up the stairs, out of breath, barely gasping out the words..
“Mom, Luke is covered head to toe in poop and he’s crawling all over the basement!”
“WHAT!” I exclaimed in horror, eyes bulging out of my head, “ARE YOU KIDDING ME???”
Any cheerful disposition was pretty much down the drain at that point, being exchanged with some choice words bordering on profanity forming in my mind.
I raced downstairs to discover that yes, indeed, Luke was covered in excrement and bonus, he was naked. This is his new "thing" and we don't know what to do about it. When he gets bored, he takes his clothes off and apparently he didn’t want to wear his pajamas that morning and apparently he was even more sick of wearing his dirty diaper and decided to take matters literally into his own hands. He undressed, took off his two diapers, and in the process made a huge mess all over his bed, his walls, his floor and the basement. No picture for this one… use your imagination, it wasn’t pretty.
My happy demeanor was completely gone. I wasn’t exactly “giving thanks in all circumstances” as Paul admonished the Thessalonians to do around 2000 years ago as I scooped him up, placing him ever so gently into the bathtub, and then proceeded to fill a big bucket with lots of soapy water, scrubbed down the bed with one hand, large cup of coffee in the other hand. I felt angry tears forming, out of pure frustration at how difficult it can be to raise a severely handicapped 8 year old, especially while two curious three year olds look on commenting about how “stinky” it is, and suddenly, my hero stepped into the room.
“What happened honey?” he asked.
My husband, my calm in the face of some serious crap, my much more patient half on his special day, Father’s Day, offering assistance.
“You clean Luke, I’ll get the bed” he offered with a smile.
“But it’s Father’s Fay” I protested, “You shouldn’t have to clean up poop on Father’s Day!”
“It’s just another day” he replied with a smirk.
Tate then piped in his delightful commentary for our conversation with the addition of “This is probably the worst Father’s Day ever, huh dad?”
His father did not reply. Ryan’s a good man like that, he just does what needs to be done without making a big deal out of it. I am a blessed woman to have him in my life, our kids are blessed to have him in their lives, and Luke is blessed to have a father, an adopted father, who without batting an eye, or puking up his dinner from the day before, cleaned up piles of poop on Father’s Day. Yup, we have a keeper over here at our house.
We did not make it to church, the mess taking most of the morning to adequately clean up.
The rest of the day was a little less eventful, church on tv, honey baked ham for lunch and a wonderful Father's Day grill out for the amazing man in our life. Burgers, homemade potato chips, watermelon, and my world famous (well, Ronne famous) peanut butter sheet cake with homemade chocolate icing. This is seriously tasty and seriously easy to make.
Finally, three of the kids left for their first week long stay at Bible camp! We had some excited campers who are going to have a blast!
Just keep livin!!