Thanks for the adventure...

This week Cade has been attending Vacation Bible School.  This is a pretty big deal since most of our "classroom" situations are not positive ones.  A local church in the area offered a small class for kiddos with special needs, and we were fortunate enough to get in.  I have been so excited about this experience for him...it is nice to have a soft place to fall with people who understand what he is going through.

Now actually getting up  for VBS has been a different story.  I am always amazed at how my children can sleep forever on the mornings when we have somewhere to be, but are up at the crack of dawn when we can stay home and sleep in.  This week has been no exception.  Each morning I have dragged the kids out of bed to get ready to go.  Usually they are wolfing down a paper bag breakfast in the car on the way, but we have made it on time. 

Cade has had a hard time transitioning in the mornings, so this morning I decided I wouldn't talk about VBS.  He was snoozing soundly (in our bed, of course) when I started waking him up...I dressed him in the bed and gave hm 5 more minutes...the whole routine.  I had already decided to let them get a biscuit at Hardees on the way, so I rushed them out of the door and off we flew into the crowded Hardees drive-thru. 

And of course...what comes out of Cade's mouth as we are pulling out???  "Mom, I have to go to the potty."  UHHHH!  So at this point I have a couple of choices.  I can take Cade's suggestion and go back home for him to go potty - which, I'm thinking would involve WAY too much transition for my comfort.  I can park the car, take both boys out of their car seats and brave the inside bathroom at Hardees- a better option, but very time-consuming and potentially dreadful (while Kai is already loudly exclaiming from the backseat, "ME OUT,TOO!"   OR I can take the easy, but probably illegal, way out.  I figure God blessed me with boys for a reason...

So, yes, I probably broke all kinds of laws at Hardees this morning.  I'm just hoping not too many of the diners, drivers, or other respectable members of society saw my 4-year-old's little white bum while he stood in front of our van this morning!  In the words of Michael W. Smith, "Saddle up your horses, we got a trail to blaze!"  As usual, boys, it is always an adventure with the two of you.  So today I just say, thank you for the adventure!  Your mom is blessed to have both of you, happy to watch you grow, and thrilled at all of the writing material you give me each day!