Lauren, Lauren Lauren

I have told you before that my second child never ceases to crack me up and she did it once again. I was eating dinner with the kids while Scott worked late and they were complaining about their food, as ususal, and I went into a lengthy talk about how there are children all over the world who are starving (wait, haven't I heard this somewhere before?) and those children would be sooooo grateful for mom's yucky cooking. They proceeded to ask so many questions and just couldn't believe that there really are kids who have no food on the table. I thought I would make it more real for them and talk about how the kids go through trash cans and dumpsters and eat food that other people throw away. I could just see the wheels turning in Lauren's head from the look on her face and then she said " Mommy I have been throwing away my sandwich at preschool everyday because I don't like bologne and I didn't want you to be mad at me so I didn't tell you, but now I can tell you because you will be so proud of me for sharing my food with the poor kids who dig through the trashcans! Right Mommy!" Without missing a beat and having nothing to really respond with so as to not dash her enthusiasm for serving the poor I replied "sure Lauren."
I also have a funny story that happened last week. Scott took the kids to Lauren's gymnastics class so I could have a minute to do the dishes and with 10 minutes he called me and said "Did you forget something?" I said "no, the juice and snacks are in the diaper bag." He said "how about a diaper?" I said "I am certain I put it in the bag." He calmly said " How about a diaper on Ben?" I busted out laughing so hard because I had an image in my mind of him standing there while Ben was pissing all over the floor. I could hardly breathe. Three kids and I have never forgotten to put a diaper on one of them. He was not pleased at my amusement God love him. I went to rescue ben and he was covered from his neck to his feet in pee. It was like he took a diuretic or something. I am sure all the fresh air just kept making him pee. I just can't stop telling tha story. He has forgiven me enough to release me for a weekend at a bed and breakfast in missouri wine country with none other than my sister who I talk to 10 times a day at least and live next to. I am sure we will appear as a lesbian couple and I pray there are not people who want a quiet romantic weekend because many have witnessed it but there is no quiet in Klump when you add wine. Emily came to me crying tonight and begging me not to leave and miss her game. I told her I am a better mommy because I do leave and have fun on my own. She said "it's not fair for you to have fun if I'm not there." Unlike my mom who never had a minute much less a weekend break from her kids, my 3 weekends a year are an absolute necessity to my well being and I always come back with a much better perspective (and usually a hangover)