In all I am, do, and will write, my aim is to hit God's mark. I will have moments of being misguided as I am not perfect, but know that I serve a God that loves me through it all.
We called my paternal grandmother Big Grandma, much to my adult perspective horror. Little Grandma was my maternal grandmother. And, yes, body size was a factor in this inventive nickname calling.
Well, Big Grandma despised untruth in all forms: lies of omission, lies of half-truths, little white lies, lies. Since I adored her and believed she could spot a lie from across the State border, I did my darndest to refrain from false witness.
Until now.
My four year old Sweetness truly is a sweetie. Batting those luscious chocolatey velvet eyes, I just want to eat her up. However, she is very touchie feelie. She holds my hand; she climbs on my lap; she hugs my leg; she pats my head; she steps on my toes; she reaches to pop a zip on my chin...At. All. Times.
Even if I'm on the toilet. Or in the shower.
Between my just-two-weeks-shy-of-one-year old, my one-month-shy-of-three-year old, and Sweetness, I am in a constant state of being fought over. Newly-six-year old and seven-year old volley for position when the three youngers are napping. Throw Husband into the mix, and things can get ugly.
It's very flattering, most of the time. But one can see that I might need a moment or two once in awhile to just, well, be. There is a small window of time in the mornings between 5:45 and 6:15, while Husband takes his shower, that I can usually be alone.
Except that Sweetness has been waking up at 6 A.M.
She isn't exactly known for her quietness, so it is just a matter of a few minutes until one or more of the other children are awake as well.
Thus, I have justified a little white lie.
Sweetness has a little digital clock in her bedroom that she shares with Beautiful. I taught her all about the hour position and told her that she was not allowed to leave her room until there was a 7 in the hour position. (Except to go potty and return to bed.)
Then I set the clock a half hour behind.
I considered an hour.
She still bursts from her room waking the dead with her shouts of "There's a 7!", but I just smile to myself, basking in my lie, knowing it's really 7:30. The perfect time for the rest of the children to be up.
Sh. Sorry, Grandma, it had to be done.
Now if I could just get something like this flowing for the two year old who's been waking at 6:30...
Many Blessings,
Holly
(Yes, I'm that Holly.. And, Miss Random: Yes, I'm counting teaching myself to lie as "doing something nice for myself." Good thing I had that out since responding to a Friday Fill-in on a Sunday about burst my anal brain.)
I tagged you in my blog, but you are not, I repeat, not to feel obligated to participate. Remember, this blog is for you...not for Miss Random to come and pester you. (Well, ok, I might come and pester you anyway, but you're always welcome to ignore me.)
Anyway, feel free to play along in the tag if you would like...but don't feel like this is one more thing on your incredibly long to-do list.
Posted by Miss Sunny Random at 10:50 AM, Jun. 19, 2009
We had a Big Nannie and Little Nannie, but it was more that one was tall and the other petite, not girth, so maybe that made it better. ;-)
Thanks for stopping by my blog and encouraging me on my nature study post today. You're right -- it's nice to know I'm not alone in doing the challenges more than once!
~Kris
www.weirdunsocializedhomeschoolers.com
Posted by Kris @ Weird, Unsocialized Homeschoolers at 5:18 PM, Jul. 15, 2009
