Screwing up my kids

This has just been a rough morning and it isn't even noon. I just want to hide under my covers.

I spilled my breakfast shake on myself while trying to go out to the van to go to cardio. I was carrying too much stuff and the tab closing the shaker cup popped off. Did I change my outfit? No, this totally classy mom went to cardio class complete with a huge brown wet spot on her shirt. Hey, at least I wiped it off a little bit and cleaned the floor.

At cardio, I was totally prepared for Pam to kick my hiney. I had 2 ankle braces and a wrist brace on. I was going to do those dang mountain climbers! My wrist and ankle did AWESOME! I was sooooo happy. But then on the second set, my knee went berserk. WHAT?! I've never had knee problems! Bad ankles, yes. Bad wrists, yes. Bad fingers, yes. But never my knee. That I can remember at least... I actually did not cry though. You can all be proud. :o) But I am super concerned. I can't give up my daily trips to the Y! I just can't! It is the only thing keeping me sane (other than blogging of course). I can't have a bad knee! It's been over 2 hours and it still isn't feeling normal. Argh.

I went to pick up the kids from Tot Watch and Roo was near tears. Apparently his friend told him he wasn't cool anymore because a new kid there has a watch that does neat stuff. I took it as a learning opportunity and asked him if Heavenly Father would rather have him be cool or be nice. Of course he answered right, but then he said how great the watch was and how he wanted one. I said that it did indeed sound like a cool watch, but it wasn't important. We can't take cool watches with us to heaven. The important things, our family, what we learn, etc. are the things we get to take with us to heaven. And then he really started crying. "I can't take my computer? Or my Webkinz? Or my Pokemon? WAAAHHHHH!!!" Great. Apparently 5 is a little too early for this kind of discussion. I told him that heaven would have everything he could possibly need. Being the smart boy he is, he said, "But can I take my toys?" "You will have everything you need there, sweetie." Smart kid asked again, realizing I wasn't really answering his question. As Monk would say "It's a gift... and a curse." Sometimes it is hard that he is so observant.

I'm just curious what you guys would have said in this situation. I thought I was saying all the right things, but I seemed to make things worse. Is he too young? Is he too materialistic? What have I done?!

Oh, I hope the rest of the day goes better!

***In good news, I heard the trash truck coming and got it out there literally the second he pulled up. YEAH!!***