I know. You would think, with four little kids, and being 34 years of age, I would have learned some of these things by now.
Yesterday was sort of a bad ish day. I have this low grade sore throat, and keep fighting this cold, not getting sick, but not kicking it. I was exhausted all day. When I went down for a nap, it was storming outside, and so I didn’t sleep much. By evening I was so tired I felt like throwing up. But since I don’t throw up, I didn’t.
And then there was the puddle in front of the toilet. It’s been a while; they have been doing really well. But that was my last straw, and it broke the proverbial back. I yelled. Of course, none of them “did it”. Then I remembered hearing Daisy frantically trying to get to the potty in time…and I knew it was her. She admitted to it. I told her how sorry I was that I yelled. I hugged her and held her. She told me how sorry she was that she peed on the stool… What a sweetheart. But you know? I felt like dirt.
There were some sweet moments of the day. Like when there was laundry to fold and work to be done, but Daisy and I sat down and had tea…
She was smiling at me, not the camera. Made me happy.
And then, there was the fantastic, evening sun… a rare treat these days.
But all in all, it was a tough day. And I didn’t do well.
I woke this morning after a patchy night. Daisy was sick. Enzo ate twice. I kept waking and hearing one or the other of them breathe heavily or cough. I lay in bed. I thought about the day ahead. Tired. The kids were so fussy yesterday and drove me nearly to distraction. (I’m not sure what that means, but it sounds like how I felt.) I needed to make a large pot of soup to freeze for next week. I needed to fry a batch of pancakes for the kids. I needed to make other food for the day. I was tired.
I looked at God then. I just asked that however the day goes, that I would put the kids first. Their needs. Their hearts.
I got up happy after that! I don’t know how that made such a huge difference, but it did. Besides, I like making soup.
The kids played so happily. They were completely different from the day before. What. How can mom make such a difference? That is enough to frighten a person.
Okay, so looking back, they all three growled loudly for breakfast while I whipped up pancakes and fried them. But I was patient. And after they ate, they were so happy. And so was I. And I made two large pots of soup.
I combed the twins’ hair into three braids each. Yes. This is an accomplishment. Amen.
Right now they drive around inside the house. It’s too wet outside!
Enzo slept like a little cherub. I have my baby back! So so grateful that he is getting well.
And that was my day. Now I’m going to crash around in the kitchen and get my work out of the way before Craig comes home!
Peace in the journey.