Today during General Conference, Elder Jeffrey R. Holland created a new word, which will become commonplace among members of the Church. http://lds.org/general-conference/2011/04/an-ensign-to-the-nations?lang=eng He was talking about parents' efforts to hold Family Home Evening in spite of the bedlam - and the bedlamites! It piqued my curiosity to find some bedlamite stories in our own family. I didn't find anything related to a particular home evening, but I did remember a picture that I took. It was in December of 1990. Five bedlamites were responsible for this disaster: Every toy that we had was pulled out of toy boxes or off the shelves. They emptied all of the puzzle pieces out of the boxes. I don't think I've ever seen such a mess since then. Needless to say, it took us a long time to get things picked up - especially sorting all of those pieces to the Smurf puzzles.
As I searched through my journals, I did find an amusing incident that was tied to a family home evening in August of 1992. It reads as follows:
Four more weeks(until school starts), can I survive? Not if too many of the days left are like these. When I gave out job assignments today, I was yelled at, given all sorts of excuses; and in general, no one cooperated. Their jobs have stretched until nearly 2:00 this afternoon, and they did not really have long ones! Brian had to first make his bed and then pick up his room. I was mending in the sewing room. He came in with very sad eyes and a quivering chin and said, "I guess you won't be seeing me much anymore". I looked at him puzzled, and then caught on. "Are you moving?", I asked. "Yes", he replied. I asked him to please do his jobs before he left. He didn't like that and was still threatening to move this afternoon. Tonight is Monday, Family Home Evening. I always have a good treat for them. Tonight there will be none. When they ask me why, I will pull out my list of reasons - all of which are the very same ones that they gave me this morning. I wonder how that will go over?
Curious as to how this worked, I continued reading in my journal and found out that Justin stalked off, Megan burst into tears, Katie retreated to her book and Brian knew he wouldn't get a treat because he hadn't eaten his dinner. Bonnie must have been the only one who did her chores that day, because she and I went for a Blizzard at Dairy Queen.
Kevin, Katie and I had a good chuckle today as I read this account to them.