Today was a Monday. Why are Mondays so terrible. If I actually had a regular job I think Mondays would be hard because it starts a work week and you have all week before you have a day off. But as a mom, Mondays can be any day because every day blends together and there can be a “Monday” type of day on Thursday, Saturday and usually Sunday (Don’t get me started on how inconvenient church time is 😉 or how I keep working just as much if not harder on Sunday because its another day my family needs me.)
But today WAS Monday in every terrible sense of the word. Getting ready for school goes something like this. “Do you have your socks on?” “Yes” “now find your shoes its almost time to leave” Child now walks around aimlessly and 30 seconds later says “I can’t find my shoes” Then you start going through the list did you look in the entry way, did you look in your room. Things would be a whole lot easier if you took my advice and took your shoes to the entry way when you took them off. Now shoes are found and the back packs are missing. Repeat show saga… Finally off to school 🙂
For two weeks now I have had low back pain. I half fell on some rocks with J and trying to keep her from hitting the ground I threw my back out. I have made repeat trips to the chiropractor and it has not gotten much better. Sleep often helps but I can usually still feel it in the morning. I also came down with a nasty cold this weekend and I believe today has been the worst. I am currently taking many different natural remedies, but it has not made things much better. So when J didn’t get a nap today and neither did I it added to my stress level. The night started nicely. My mother in law brought me some lemon grass plants for my new patio and I planted them in some pots. I hope they will repel mosquito’s this summer. The kids were playing outside nicely and really no one was fighting. Then an hour before supper time A discovered that our car tire was hissing and loosing air. He then took the car to the repair shop to get the tire fixed.
Things continued to go OK until D came to me and said W said the D word. Of course W denies it. Then not two minutes later D said C said the D word. I hate tattling and I hate kids that say words that shouldn’t be repeated especially since I don’t say that word and I know who they picked it up from. I also don’t really know what to do when someone tattles especially about words spoken. I usually don’t believe tattling. But who knows. Then I lost it. I started screaming for everyone to go to bed and that daddy would take care of it when he came home. I then called A and asked why he wasn’t home yet. He was talking with a friend and not thinking about me who was sick and tired with all the children. I know I must sound like a whiner but man people this is my real life. He was still a little ways away. I was sobbing on the couch when J came to me and said “Mommy just relax” “relax mommy” That just softened my heart. She was right I needed to relax and I needed a break. I didn’t take one in time and I sure should have. So tonight I was done Momming.
Boy am I glad for do overs. Tomorrow starts a new day and A is tucking the kids in bed tonight so I can take a break and write to all of you. When he got home he hugged me and reassured me that I was just over tired and sick. He then took care of the hearts of my kiddos and then they came to me and I took care of my heart and we all apologized for our bad behavior.
There you go this is the exact reason I call my blog making imperfect progress. Geeze I had another battle with imperfection and sin and I have a chance to start again. Hopefully I can wake up feel a little better and be able to attend my art class tomorrow. I hope each day to see the progress I can and have made and even in those imperfect times (which are a lot) I can confess the sin and move on to a new day or hour or even minute. Thank You Jesus!
Man I shouldn’t have thought earlier that I haven’t had any interesting stories recently to write about… That is the last time I will think THAT!
Signing off from one woman to another.
Jenny Ren