The Gift of Laughter

This has not been the best week. From appliances breaking, swine flu worries, property taxes, chemo week, to a myriad of other inconveniences, we have had our fill of stress. The result has been one very crabby, negative me. Add to that my kids that seem to have boycotted obedience and cooperation (not relative at all to the crabby mom), and my patience and smiles have all but evaporated. By yesterday my mood was spiraling into the pit -- I was done. I just wanted to crawl back into bed and pull the covers over my grumpy self. No such luck. We had work to do and it was Halloween. Unfortunately, both required my participation. My complete burn out would have to wait.

We spent the morning cleaning out the garden. I had let it go long enough. Everything was rotting and needed to be moved to the compost pile. I enlisted the family and they were good sports. We muddled through despite the pouring down rain. Getting it finished lifted my spirits a bit. The mess in the garden had been a monkey on my back for weeks. I was grateful for the help and a job well done. I even found myself cracking a few smiles as I watched the kids having a mud fight and lobbing rotten tomatoes. It was short lived, though. Mud fights in the rain result in heaps of laundry. Laundry requires a washing machine. Mine decided this weekend was a good weekend to stop working. Grrr.

My grubby helpers

By afternoon I was quite the sourpuss. The idea of loading up the kids to go trick-or-treating did not appeal. There was no getting out of it, though. So we loaded Swamp Monster, Ninja Dude, Supergirl, and the Fairy, into the minivan and trekked to Ryan and Jess's. My goal was to survive the evening without completely losing patience with my kids. Despite my foul mood, I really didn't want to be the party pooper. They were excited and I had zero desire to ruin the evening for them.

One thing about Jess is that she is fun. I have always loved her spontaneity and ability to lighten things up. Add her hubby, Ryan, and it's impossible not to have some real laughs. We hadn't been at their house for ten minutes when I could feel the heaviness of the week starting to subside. I found myself enjoying myself and my mood shifting. By the time Matt and Amy arrived, I was actually having fun. We had a great time with the kids. It was crazy....six adults and twelve kids. We traipsed through the neighborhood until the pumpkins were loaded. By the end the little ones couldn't lift their candy buckets and had to be carried home. Good memories for them, great candy selection for Dad and Mom!

Dads make the best sherpas

We headed back to the house and the kids settled into a movie and obligatory candy sampling. Ryan and Jess broke out the entertainment. First, we got to watch Jess walk on Ryan's back. All that walking really took it out of him, I guess. I won't likely forget that image very soon. Still makes me laugh out loud thinking about it. Then they busted out Cranium. Highlights of the game were watching Matt do an impression of Tsa Tsa Gabor, Ryan acting out the word "rodeo" in front of their picture window (we had no trick-or-treaters after that), and the piece de resistance....Jess trying to hum the soundtrack to Star Wars. From the two notes she was able to utter we couldn't really figure it out. We weren't sure if she was trying to hum something or clearing a large ball of phlegm from her throat. We lost that round.

I don't know if Ryan felt better after this, or not...

At midnight we packed up our sticky, tired kids and headed for home. There was no fighting or grumps on the ride home. Everyone had their fill of fun and seemed content. As for me, I woke up on a much better side of the bed this morning. Amazing what a few good laughs will do for the soul.

In this season that we find ourselves in, it's easy to forget to laugh. It's easy to succumb to the negative, dark, and sad thoughts. When I focus too long on what is wrong, I lose sight of all God has given me that is right. Before I know it, joy is gone, laughter missing, and eventually hope is scarce. I find it a huge battle to keep laughter and joy in our hearts and in our home. Sometimes I can't drag myself up on my own and I need others to remind me of what is really important. Thanks Ryan and Jess! Thanks Matt and Amy! We are grateful for the fun and laughter last night. I for one needed it :)

Awwww....

More fun smiles! Thanks, guys!

With love and much gratitude...