WHAT KIND OF MOTHER.....

It was Wednesday night, Scouts was over, and the kids were in the van waiting, waiting, okay, waiting on me, because I always seem to find someone I just HAVE TO talk to. I finally get out to the van and tease, "Geesh, you guys, here you are, I've been scouring the church for you, it's way past time to go, so let's go". I don't think they find that funny anymore ;) As we leave I realize I have no gas, so we have to go a different direction. I turned onto Highway 79, which tends to be a fairly busy road, and after a minute I hear a "thump, thump". James asked Jacob if he remembered to take his Webelos book off the roof of the van. Holy Cow, you've got to be kidding me, I can't tell you how many Cub Scout books I've bought over the years! I don't think I hid my annoyance very well, poor Jake. A half mile later I pulled into the gas station and James, Matthew, and Jacob jumped out and started running toward the road. Here it is, almost 9:00 at night, pitch black and 3 of my boys are running down a highway. I figured they wouldn't get very far and I'd grab them as soon as I filled up. But, a full size van holds a lot of gas. As we pulled out Joey and Rachael were very passionate about finding their big brothers. I was surprised at how far they were able to travel. I pulled into the suicide lane and talked to them through my open window as they continued to search the road. It wasn't too much longer before Matthew spotted the book and rescued it from the oncoming traffic. The book is miraculously still in one piece, albeit, quite dirty. So, I ask, What kind of mother allows her children to walk the highway at night?!?!? Apparently, this kind of mother.

My Hero

A couple of weeks ago the kids and I were out by the barns when I accidentally disturbed a nest of hornets. I don't know how it happened, I'd been walking around the area for at least an hour, but I guess I took a wrong step. Several hornets started attacking me. Unfortunately, I wasn't wearing my usual mucky boots, but rather sandals. Thankfully, I did have on long pants. The hornets attacked the tops of my feet, my hands and my arms. They weren't able to get through my clothes. As I ran into the house the kids were brushing them off my back as I flicked them from my pants and shirt front. I was stung 7 or 8 times and the areas ended up getting quite swollen. The next day I was pretty sick and didn't feel well for 2 or 3 days. The swelling went down fairly quickly, but then the itching began!!! Trent was still out of the country, and I was very nervous about going out in search of the nest. It needed to be taken care of, I certainly didn't want the kids getting stung or myself again for that matter. We all avoided the area as much as possible, and everyone was fine.
Then, a week or so after the incident my sweetie finally came home (2 months feels like FOREVER!!!). He found those culprits that harmed his wife and suited up. Here it is the end of the summer (85 degrees and super humid), and he's putting on heavy pants, his thick army coat, boots and a hat. He armed himself with wasp killer and headed out for battle. The enemy is no longer a threat, thanks to MY Hero!
*insert picture of white knight in shining armor* ;)
It's good to have Trent home, thanks Honey