Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Just after 8 this morning. I stopped, standing mid-staircase and called out:
And I was serious.
I wanted everyone to crawl back into bed and try it again.
Like a director calling "CUT!", I could just tell this day was not going to turn out and simply needed to start over.
It'd been a long night. Aaron has an ear ache (huh, go figure, the kid only jump naked on the tramp in the rain for a week). Levi was having some "discomfort" aka he's totally constipated cuz his mommy is trying to be good and feed him solids, when I'd rather just nurse (anyone who knew me during the torture that was nursing Aaron will think this rather miraculous). And McKye, well he musta drew the short straw assigned to the late shift. So after dutifully sleeping through the glass-shattering screams that ensued as we tried to force some tylenol down Aaron, which he gagged back up with looks of betrayal (he may refuse anything I offer him for a few days, paranoid I may have laced it with medicane and/or dreaded vegetables!) and the hour plus of rocking of the writhing 26 lb "baby" to sleep, McKye woke up just moments after Ben and I thought we just might be in the clear.
This combined with desperately trying to cram in a little couple time in the three nights a week Ben and I actually sleep under the same roof. It all just made for one very long night, that involved far too little sleep which resulted in my UGH of a morning, and my eventually request to just "try again" (the encouraging statement McKye uses on me all the time, which I had credited to my masterful mothering/cheerleading skills, until just this moment when I heard Diego say it on McKye's fav computer game!!!!)
Reminded me of Anne (from Anne of Green Gables...AS IF I have to qualify that!!! What other Anne would I be quoting: Julie B. or Anne with an "E")
"Marilla, isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?"
It really is a gift that we get new days. That God allows us to start fresh every 24 hours.
Too bad this morning I only made it about 56 minutes.
I'll try and work my way up to it:)
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POST POST POST-script (did you follow all those homonyms?)
I have a love-hate relationship with the "draft" option. It allows me quickly type out my ideas when I'm still in the emotion of it all, even if I don't have time to right-click all my typos (teh, is my trademark:) and publish. But then, not only do I end up with all this random "drafted" post ideas, but sometimes I have already changed my mind about what I wrote. This morning was indeed, genuine UGH. But then I ended up talking to a friend going through some really hard things and I just thought, that was a silly little blog post, what do I have to complain about, seriously. But if there's one thing I've learned about mommy-ing, sometimes the moments are just as real as you feel them. So, last night and this morning I was really feeling it, regardless if I found perspective later on. So post it I did.