It's been a long week for the Burgess Bunch. In case you didn't know, it is hot outside. Like sweat as soon as you walk outside and can't breathe hot. On top of that misery, we have been dealing with a close friend and a family member dealing with major health issues. As a result, I haven't slept well and have been pretty grumpy. The kids have been champs about it and spent a lot of time praying with me this week. For that, I am extremely proud and grateful. We have done our best to still have fun this week. Here are some of our stories!
Will has been doing a pretty good job lately cleaning up. Since this is a huge improvement from allowing Ian to do all the cleaning, I am trying to praise him as much as I can. Me: Will, great job cleaning up those Lego's. Will: I know. I am a ROCKSTAR! He then stands up, air guitars across the room and gives me a peace sign. Awesome.
I am a total politics junkie and have been as long as I can remember. Because of that, my kids are pretty well versed in the major political players and the issues up for debate. This week is all about the debt ceiling. Ian has proclaimed his desire to fire Congress if he were able to vote. He doesn't really understand the economics of the debt ceiling, but he was happy to volunteer his Dad to loan Congress some equipment to "raise the ceiling already." Like most other Americans, he has also been very frustrated by Congress's inability to compromise. He said tonight: It's called "Let's Make a Deal" people. These jokers need to get their act together. Why does everything have to come down to a crisis with them?" Me: Because, honey, they are too busy trying to win for their side and lack the political courage to do what is best for the country. Ian: Well then maybe they need to visit the Wizard of Oz to get some darn courage. Kansas anyone?
Maggie is still working on potty training. Yesterday, she had an accident. Will: Grow up, Sister. Grow up and be good." She looks at him, pretty hurt. He then gives her a kiss and says, "I am not mad a you, Priss. You just have to do better next time." Love it.
I was driving to the grocery store this week with my kids and Cole. As we are approaching a stop light, I clue in to the fact that Ian and Cole are whispering in the back seat. The only part of the conversation I hear is "you light it up and breathe in." Fabulous. So I turn down the radio and ask them what they are talking about. Silence. I ask again. Nothing. I finally say, "It's not a big deal what you were talking about. Let's just talk about it." So Ian pipes up and says, "We were talking about the 'S' word." I think about it very quickly and realize I think he means smoking but I don't want to guess so I say, "Which word?" He responds like I should know "cigarettes." He is only going to 2nd grade. Easy mistake. I am intrigued of course as to why they are discussing smoking cigarettes. So I ask. Ian tells me they are talking about how you smoke and that cigarettes are drugs. I then explain all about how cigarettes are made and why they are dangerous to smoke. Ian then brings up the fact that one of our friends smokes. "You know, he is going to DIE." I explain that yes, smoking cigarettes is dangerous and that they can cause diseases that you can die from. Somehow the issue of drugs leads to a discussion by Ian that beer is also a drug.That is what they taught him in school this year. Therefore, drinking beer makes you a drug addict. Ian: Does that make you and Daddy drug addicts?
Great. Josh and I are drug addicts. Way to go public school system. So then I have to explain about how alcohol can be dangerous but that moderation as an adult is the key. I am exhausted from the conversation and want to circle it back around to be sure we are clear about the dangers of smoking. I bring up how much smoking costs. Ian thinks that "wasting money on something that will kill you is a REALLY bad idea." I completely agree. Satisfied that he understands smoking is bad and that his Dad and I aren't drug addicts, I wrap up the conversation.
Now you see why I feel the need to pray so much!
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