Today, simply put, is “one of those days.” And it’s only 1:23 in the afternoon right now.
Last night I wasn’t tired when I went to bed, so I allowed myself to go to sleep late. I said to Greg, “Gosh, I hope Zach doesn’t get up at 5:30 again like this morning.” I prayed, wanting to have a good attitude, asking God that regardless of when I would be woken up, that I would be the mom He wants me to be. Of course, I also requested that his will would coincide with mine, meaning an appropriate wake-up time would be around 7 a.m. I asked God to give me the strength to love Greg and our kids the way He wants me to love them. (This is a consistent prayer of mine.)
Then God, or Zach, or both of them, woke me up at 5:07 this morning. It’s only mid-day, and I’ve already been working more than eight hours. When my day starts like this, it’s so easy for the runaway train of negativity to take over my thoughts. Exhaustion for me leads to impatience, lashing out, and a slew of other not-so-beautiful traits.
The day has not presented itself with more challenges than any normal day would with a 27-month-old know-it-all toddler and a 10-month-old curious and fast-moving baby. But every tug on my pants, temper tantrum and trip over the dog is just that much more difficult to suck down with a smile than usual.
Speaking of the dog, she really has a barking issue. When anyone comes near the door, she sometimes barks so forcefully that it shoots a poop nugget out of her butt. I’m not kidding. We’ve seen it happen. Today during lunch, a UPS guy dropped off a package and Abbey went crazy as usual. I was finally enjoying a few bites of my food when I thought I smelled poop. I looked behind me and Abbey was dragging her butt on the ground. Apparently two poop nuggets strung together by – something (hair?) – had shot out from the attempted delivery man assault, but not all the way. This was the capstone to my already “crappy” morning. I shouted at her to get outside and then Clorox wiped the floor that had just been mopped an hour earlier.
And now, looking back, while God is giving me a respite while the kids nap, I am thankful for the peace and quiet. And I am laughing at how ridiculous it is that my dog does that. Right now I can pick up my Bible and spend some time reading. But before I do that, I have to admit I’m a bit sad, disappointed in myself for my lack of self-control in the tough moments. I wish I were more capable of handling every situation with poise. I wish that every time I prayed for peace, joy, patience and restraint that I would have them.
When I feel like a bad mom for blowing up or losing it, I have to remember that God not only covers a multitude of sins, but in the words of Pastor Bob Coy, He covers a multitude of scruples. I am so thankful for the grace He gives me, and the grace my kids do, too. I am praying I can be as gracious to them this afternoon.
So Lord, please bless me in this short time I have. I want to spend time with you and I want to take a nap. But it’s already 1:47. Please let them both sleep until at least 3 p.m. But if not, help me to be okay with whenever I am back on duty. And help me to have a better attitude this afternoon than I did this morning. Amen.