Monday Musings about Sunday Chaos

This will be a random post because it's Monday morning and I'm just sorting through my mental thoughts so I can clear my head enough to get something accomplished today. But you are welcome to flip through these thoughts with me; perhaps you'll find something interesting!

First I have to tell about Fergus. I told several friends at church about this terroristic little boy that I saw at McDonalds yesterday, but now I'd like to tell the world because I just can't believe his mom and her craziness! After the Baptist service yesterday morning (Elton preached there and did great; they own the building that our church rents and since they are currently without a pastor, they ask our ministers to fill in), we went to McDonalds to let the kids eat and run off their energy before returning for our own service. Within a minute of walking in the door, this very tall 4 year old boy smacked Samuel and made him cry. The mom did nothing. In the hour that we sat there and watched all the kids playing in the playground, I saw this kid smack, pinch, push, and spit at all the other little kids, with the mom only occasionally glancing up and mildly calling out to her son. At one point, he grabbed a 3 year old boy who was being watched by his grandmother, and began choking him. Everyone watched in horrified amazement as the poor grandma kept saying "Stop! Quit it! Leave him alone!" After what seemed like 5 minutes, the mom calmly walked over and sweetly told Fergus (yes, that was his horrid name!): "Fergus, a little less physical contact with the other kids, please." Oh yeah, there was a lot of eye-rolling going on around her. The other severe warning this new-age ditz had for her son? "Fergus, honey, please give the other children a little more personal space, ok?" I've HEARD about these kinds of moms...the ones who don't want to 'offend' their kids and who want to raise them gently or whatever, but seeing one in action was unbelievable. How can you expect a 4-year old brat (or a child of ANY age, for that matter), to understand and obey such ridiculous requests as these?

OK, moving on from that rant....but still at McDonalds....the large screen TV was playing CSPAN or something while we were there, and all of the drama about the health care bill reform thing was being watched. So here is my {gulp} confession: I had no idea what it was all about! I used to know all the political news and now....I've been so caught up in alphabet flash cards and other child-related life activities that I just sat there while heated debate swirled around my table. Even the other guys in my church were discussing it later while I just averted my eyes and concentrated on wiping Olivia's ketchup-smeared face. Health care bill? Reform Something-Or-Other? NOT A CLUE.....!! When I came home and read my friends' comments on Facebook, I was made to understand that the USA is all of these things: Headed down the pooper. Becoming Communist. Becoming Socialist. Losing its Liberty. Denying the Constitution. And Obama is the Antichrist and Satan rolled into one. Oh yes, and he is a baby killer. None of this was very helpful other than letting me know that the Health Care Bill equaled BAD. And yeah, this morning I had to get up and spend some time reading online and educating myself about this. I won't offer my personal opinions on my blog but at least I know a little more than I did yesterday....poor mindless mom that I am....hahaha...

OK, last thing, I promise. On Saturday I finished my green messenger bag and I.Love.It. I bought this hideous pair of green denim, elastic-waist pants at a thrift store for 99 cents because I like the color and had a great bag in mind. I found some cool black/white fabric on sale at a store and got to work on my bag....it took about 3 hours (stopping now and then to refill sippy cups/change diapers/restart movies ), and cost about $4 total to make. I used my Green Bag all day yesterday and got a lot of compliments, and it made me realize that I like making these things for the fun of it, and actually have no desire to make things to sell! Weird! I'd like to just make things that people like, and then give them away, just for the sheer joy of knowing they like them! Is this strange or what....anyway, here's pics of my bag. Now I have to sign off and clean the house, do laundry, or some other typical housewife chore that will effectively shield me from knowing about how the government is sending America to Hell In A Handbasket.

My Lovely new Green Bag :)

Used both the original back pockets from the Hideous Pants to make pockets for the bag; this one is on the back of the bag.

Inside of the bag, with the other pocket.

It's reversible too!