Oh Mr. Sun, Sun Mr. golden sun, please shine down on me....
Oh Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. golden sun, hiding behind the tree....
These little children are asking you...please come out so we can play with you....
Oh Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. golden sun, please shine down on me! :-)
Kathleen always likes to dress up, today she wanted to be Tinkerbell LOL
Hayley was laughing because it was a bit windy and we had been chasing her "sun's rays" around. LOL
Kathleen picked me this pretty flower...smells so good!
To make the craft I gave the girls a paper plate and had them paint it yellow. While waiting for it to dry we traced and cut out the shapes of their hands. After the plate dried, they drew on their faces. Then they glued their hand prints around as the sun's rays. We will be putting a hole in with a hole puncher and hanging it up in the house.
They are being my little helpers today too. Since my foot is still swelling a lot I need to try to keep off it more and keep it propped up. However I just found out a good friend of ours, who use to work with my husband will be visiting for the weekend. He also use to take care of our animals while we were away. But my house isn't up to my standards for company. I have this thing.....type A personality, anyone out there can relate?
I like things just a certain way especially when company comes, good cleaning, food premade and ready to go, and of course the guest room tidied with clean sheets. My husband has been great helping me out, but I feel bad he has to work all day and come home and do things that would normally be done. I do the best I can but my foot has really been hurting. Which is frustrating because I just feel I have no time for that! Silly, I know, but true. We have no family nearby to help so we have always leaned on each other. We are definitely a team! So today I asked the girls to help with extra chores so it wouldn't be so much on Daddy when he got home. I even offered them a little extra spending money. So as I sit hear writing I hear the hum of the dishwasher, and my girls upstairs sorting and putting away clothes. I'm not even sure they can begin to know what that means to me. I take a lot on myself, and I need to learn to ask for help and delegate. I try to do it all. But as my foot is showing me, sometimes we don't have a choice but to slow down. If something doesn't get done, the world will not stop. I must realize that our guest is here to see us and not our house. That he knows we have children who will have their toys out to play, and our furry friends who will be leaving some of their hair behind. LOL But that's o.k. That's life and it's all the things that make me happy. So deep breath, pray the clothes upstairs will make it to the right closets.... the toys (at least some) will go back in the bins in the closet, the dusting, cooking etc. it will come together somehow. And if not...I will survive! LOL