Our last Ladies’ Bible Study is tomorrow. We have a good bunch, between 8-10 ladies, who have been meeting together since the fall. It started out as a Bible study for the girls on the worship team, but when only a few could make it, we decided to open it up to a few others in the church. It’s nice to have a small group, so that you have an opportunity to share more and actually make yourself more open, honest, and vulnerable with other women just like you, who can support and pray for you and just love you. I love this group! So, aside from that, I am doing a baked potato bar tomorrow. My friend, Kari, is bringing a salad and I am also bringing dessert.
I decided to make this: 7-UP Cake – It is yummy!
Except it turned out like this.
So, I had to do this to make it look edible.
Here’s the recipe. The only thing I do different is that I mix 1 Tbsp. lemon extract and 2/3 c. powdered sugar for a lemony glaze, instead of just the powdered sugar.
Then, to make matters worse after my cake disaster, I came upstairs to my bedroom and found this on my 2-year-old, beautiful mahogany king-sized sleigh bed. This is the first bed Beau and I have bought since we’ve been married. Before this we were sleeping in my full-sized bed from my childhood, and then a queen-sized my mom had given us. Can I tell you how much I love this bed and all the furniture we bought to match? VERY DEEPLY!! We spent the most money we have ever spent on furniture when we bought this set. We splurged when we bought the current house we’re in. Anyway, can I tell you I FREAKED? Lost my mind!
Want a closer look?
Here are the events that led to this discovery:
I walked into my bedroom where the girls were watching TV because they currently don’t have cable in their bedroom and God forbid, they should miss the Disney channel movie. The lights were off, so I didn’t notice anything at first. Then, La Petite Belle pointed out the bed to me and asked me what happened to my bed. When I laid my eyes on the 40+ scratches that were in the wood, I had an out-of-body experience. I could hear myself getting, louder and louder … “What did you do?” “I don’t know, Mommy. It was like that.” Again, I asked, “What did you do?” “OK, OK, I’ll tell you the truth. I was playing with the nail clipper and sliding it across the bed and I didn’t know it was making a mark.” I knew I was about to lose control so I told La Petite Belle to go to her room. This is always the best thing to do when you need a minute to get yourself together. Believe it or not, I cried. I know it’s just a piece of furniture, but as Beau said, we paid more for that furniture than we did in hospital bills when La Petite Belle was born. How much is it going to cost to get this fixed? I’m sure it won’t be cheap! Don’t worry after a few minutes, I was OK.
So, another night of heart-to-hearts with La Petite Belle. She says she just can’t obey no matter how hard she tries. I say that that’s a lie from the devil. Obedience is a choice and she can do it if she chooses. It’s all about choosing the right over the wrong thing, or the wise choice over the foolish choice. We have instilled in our daughters the idea that all choices have consequences, good or bad. You can disobey and get sad (whether natural or enforced) consequences or you can choose to obey and get blessings. It’s YOUR choice; nobody can choose for you. La Petite Belle was not supposed to be in my bed. She was to watch TV on the floor. La Petite Belle was not supposed to be playing with nail clippers. All these choices led to the destruction of my bed. So, now her consequence is that she is not allowed to go into my room without permission and we explained to her that her foolish choice now created a sad consequence for Mommy and Daddy because we have to figure out how we’re going to get this to fixed.
I did overreact a bit. Lord, forgive me. I’m glad I have a patient Heavenly Father that doesn’t overreact with me, but gently leads me back to His ways and calling. He does discipline His children, and allows natural consequences for our disobedience. Lord, I need Your wisdom and guidance to not lose it! Help me to lovingly discipline like You do.
I can relate because my child burned two iron marks in our brand new carpet in our bedroom. He went and got the iron, plugged it in, turned it on and laid it down on the floor then came and got me to come look. Talk about freaking out. So I know what it is to pray for wisdom and guidance and patience in dealing with children. You should be able to sand that off and maybe fix it. Not sure. My hubby knows all about that kind of stuff. I’ll have to ask him and let you know what he says.
I am so sorry!!
I hope Tuesday is MUCH better for you!!!
I’ve SO been there! With 3 boys, the destruction is endless…I try not to get too attached to anything in our home…because it will eventually be destroyed 🙂 I know that sick feeling in the pit of your stomach! Bless her little heart though 🙂 Good job 🙂
Oh no! i’m so sorry, pretty lady.
It sounds like you had good words for your little one.
Maybe you can think of this destruction not for the destruction, but to try to remember the good times you had with the bed? 🙂
Oh man. I would have lost it too! But I’m glad all the Belles are alive and well! I hope you all can fix it cheaply.
And I needed your last paragraph. Thank you
Oh gracious. You handled that nicely. I gasped when I saw the photos.
I so hope today is much, much better.
I have tagged you, but if you don’t like to be tagged please disregard.
In the shock of your bed photos I forgot to thank you for the 7-up cake recipe!
Wow – don’t ask what would have happened at my house! Chris was really impressed – we thought only our kids were professionals at that type of destruction. He would have needed to go for a two week drive to “cool off” – lol!
Oh, honey. I have had a post brewing in my head for months regarding all the things in my home my children have destroyed. I mean, really, we should have just decorated garage sale style until they were in college. It would have been much less painful.
Just yesterday Maggie broke a lego creation of Shepherd’s and when he screamed at her, I told him “Maggie is more important than your things” and then felt that OUCH of conviction. Ooo, it smarted.
I think you handled it very very well. I don’t think I would have handled it that well AT ALL.
PS – you can buy some scratch remover by Old English…that is pretty deep, but it is worth a try. It will make it look a little better anyway.