I just had to say the “super” thing and God was sure to show me He has a sense of humor. I hestitate to say it was a bad mom day, the kids were at Parents’ Day Out until 12:30. And, I got to have lunch with my mom and Clare. Not bad. Naps were pretty good. The venture to get Will from school, totally normal. Even the playing outside and dinnertime went relatively well.
But, boy, at 6:30, the wheels fell off. Actually, strike that. They came flying off. So, I ended up putting 4 kids to bed, all screaming. That was fun. The boys didn’t even get a bath. I hate days like this. It stinks when a perfectly happy, normal, totally average day turns into the third ring of you-know-where with 30 minutes and counting before bed.
The really stinky part? I can’t blame it all on the kids. I was tired and just wanted to sit on the couch, watch Grey’s and ER, eat some ice cream and wait for Scott to get home from his late-night meeting. Is that too much to ask? No, I know it’s not. But, in moments like that, I realize I need to give myself a timeout and ask for some divine intervention. Then, I can tackle the last 30 minutes with a bit more grace, understanding and compassion.
So, here’s to tomorrow…and to helping my 4 screaming kids get a good night’s sleep.