Friday, November 5, 2010

"Mama said there'd be days like this"

There are days as a mother where you just feel so on top of things. The kids got along, you manage to get 3 healthy meals served, laundry done, beds made, finger paint, play doh, puzzles, park time...a clean house, baths and bed with plenty of time to spend with your husband. You go to bed feeling like you got it all under control and should totally write a book on how to get it all done in a day. Yay you.

Then there are days like today where you literally just want to get back in bed and start all over. The day starts out so normal, so promising, so convincing of a potentially good day. And then...

Somewhere between Asher waking me up at the crack of dawn (Yes, 8:30 IS the crack of dawn... to me) and about 2 minutes after getting his sister up, the signs began to show. I am pretty sure they were both put in time out 10 minutes into our day. I'd broken up an argument, wiped noses... and butts, served breakfast, wiped counter tops, cleaned up crumbs, emptied the dishwasher, broke up another argument, sat a little hiney on her big girl potty for the 3rd time, picked up crumbs again...before realizing I hadn't even had my morning caffeine yet.

Rough Day.

That whole "cherish, savor, live" each day thing?? Yeah, today I was wishing for a fast forward button. I ain't even gonna lie.

On top of it all, I had a husband who stayed home because he wasn't feeling well and wanted to be taken care of (babied). To me, that means silence and sleep so I took the kids out on a couple of errands. Bad idea. You know those moms you look at it while they are disciplining their children in the middle of a store and you're like- "Really? Can you give him a little slack?" Not knowing at all what the situation is but still judging and thinking "poor kid"....Yes well, I was the mom getting those looks today.

I promise you, I couldn't even go to the bathroom without one of my leeches (and I say that in the most loving way possible) popping their little heads around the corner. Or walk upstairs without them yelling my name and wondering where I was--"Mom?, Mom?! Where are you?!"...Mexico Asher, I went to Mexico. On vacation. I'm laying in a lawn chair drinking a nice cold diet coke listening to the waves..., there it is again... "Mom???!"

After making my sweet husband some homemade chicken soup (only by the grace of God) getting the kids fed, bathed, and in their pj's...what do you think I did? That's right, I went to my therapy session (Target). Now before you recommend an intervention, I had good reason...cold medicine, baby shower present, mindless wondering...It's amazing what a good Target trip can do for the soul. I'm just saying, there's something about grabbing a drink and snack while wandering the isles, putting things in your cart that you know you really don't have the intention of buying and then putting it all back, that refreshes a mom. And it did.

And because I know God still loves me and I have such an amazing husband, I came home to two sleeping leeches. Thank you God.

So today, I am thankful for my Pottery Barn catalog and a hot bath, sleepy time tea, and the chance to start all over tomorrow. Thank you Lord that your mercies are new every morning. And please God, bring back my angels tomorrow morning. Whoever those other two were? Not mine!

Lamentations 3:22-23
Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed,for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.


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