Wednesday, January 13, 2016

The Fall Apart Day

Jude 1-2 (MSG)
I, Jude, am a slave to Jesus Christ and brother to James, writing to those loved by God the Father, called and kept safe by Jesus Christ. Relax, everything’s going to be all right; rest, everything’s coming together; open your hearts, love is on the way!

First thing this morning, I slipped barefoot in a puddle of my dog's drool in the hallway. I tried to sneak in a cup of coffee before I got the kids up, but Jminator was pretty insistent. He was great about whispering in the hallway - until we took 3 steps into the hallway- where he then screamed at the top of his lungs for no reason. This shot my poor 6mo into shock, and he screamed awake. Got everyone calmed down, diapers changed, sugar refilled (still trying to make that cup of coffee) and toast made. Jminator wants to help me make the toast - fine. Let him put the bread in the toaster, push the button down, and he then wants to put his little hand inside the toaster. And he is furious that I won't let that happen. I set him down on the kitchen floor so he can have his fit. He realizes Mommy isn't having it, and starts kicking the cabinets -

Aaaaaannnnnd it hits the counter where the bag of sugar resides. Yep.

So, now he's terrified, and sticky. I clean him up (fortunately, I was able to catch most of the bag) I put him back in the living room with yummy toast and milk. He's eating ravenously, and is covered in peanut butter.

Then he lovingly starts giving kisses to his 6mo brother.

I now have two kids covered in peanut butter.

Everyone cleans up. J tries to play. I try to put SoJo down for a nap. He's screaming instead of eating all morning long. No one naps. Then, just as I finally get them down, a well-meaning FedEx lady has a package for this address. Except it's not for me, it's for the previous tenant. She apologizes deeply, realizing that she woke up the kids (she's a momma also) I assure her it's not a big deal, and we go happily on our merry way.

Somewhere in there, J pooped and used it as a creative medium in his bed.

It took me 30 minutes to put 4 ingredients in the stupid crockpot and turn it on.

Jminator also found a box I didn't even know he could open and found some very old paint.

Fortunately, I've somehow maintained a sense of humor in all of this. But I can't tell you that's how it always goes.

Sometimes the day falls apart, and we do too. And that's okay. It really is.

I read somewhere that at any given moment in the world, the sun is setting in one place and rising in the other. Meaning that any moment, there's a new day just starting.

At any moment, I can start over. Put on some music; pick up a Bible; go for a walk; whatever it takes to snap out of my "this day sucks" mentality. God is on the throne, and His mercies are new every morning. His grace is creative and compassionate for our randomly disastrous days.

I know - believe me, I know - what it's like in those moments where the baby just won't stop crying, but won't eat, but is overtired and colicky. That's usually the time when the toddler absolutely MUST have your attention right that moment and starts banging on all the doors. And all I can tell you at that moment to do: breathe. Big breath in; big breath out. Big silent prayer. Big self hug.

Relax. It's going to be ok. Sometimes you do have to walk away from said baby for a minute to clear your head. Not one child has ever died from crying, so take your time. Sometimes, the day calls for a second cup of coffee and piece of toast, even though you've already eaten.

Mommas. If no one has ever said this to you, then please hear it now:
Thank you. Thank you for all that you do to keep these precious little ones safe, fed, and loved. Thank you for the sleepless nights, the restless mornings, and the crazy afternoons that follow.
Those Moms that you see in magazines, on Pinterest, Instagram, and Facebook that seem to have it all together: perfectly clean house, well-behaved kids, gourmet dinners, and unlimited budget, don't have that all the time. No one does. For every picture I even post on Instagram of an awesome meal I've cooked: I don't post a picture of all the dishes I have to do.
Cut yourself some slack. If you're not even sure what your life or day is supposed to look like, that's ok! Raising humans isn't for the faint of heart. Don't assume because your life doesn't look like someone else's that your doing something wrong. You are doing what God has called you to do: there isn't anything more perfect than that.
Know that God is proud of you. He gave you this life because only YOU could fulfill the calling and the purpose that HE GAVE YOU.

Now, I'm off to reheat my coffee for the third time, and mop a floor :)

Cheers, Mommas!

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