…when all I want to do is join the toddler on the couch;
…when a half-opened container falls out of the over-crowded fridge and lands with a splat on the mat and my feet;
…when my bean & bacon soup is met with derision at lunch;
…when one son is hard on the other son in public, causing my mother’s heart to break and my justice-loving blood to boil;
…when the endless bickering over STUFF takes its toil, where I veer to the side of the road justlikethat and pitch a handful of Littlest Pet Shop out the window;
…when I listen to the sobs of my three daughters as I drive home;
…when I eat piece after piece of nutella-smeared bread, hoping to bury all the fear and hurt feelings;
…and when the sight of a baby boy hugging his sister–hugging his sister in a fit of brown-eyed innocence and grace–so softens my heart and so moves me to love that I stage a Littlest Pet Shop rescue mission.
One of those days when I forgive, I forget, and I start again.
PS. Thank Goodness it’s Friday. Daddy’s home all weekend.
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Thank goodness.
And if it makes you feel at all any better, I've done all those things. Except I think it was split pea soup, Legos, three little boys, and Hershey kisses with peanut butter.
Thank God we get to start all over again every day. God is good, sweet lady!
Amen!
Thank goodness for daddy's home on weekends! And for grandparents nearby that take the kids who are 'lonesome' for company and the other who is 'bored' because mommy has to rest. And for daddy who was kind enough to pick up pizza on his way home from work.
Thank goodness for small things…and for Friday!
You can invite me over for bean and bacon soup any time! That sounds delicious!! Recipe?
uh oh!! Mommy needs a time out nap badly š sending ((((HUGS)))) from Canada!!
signed
Theresa in Alberta
I want to join George too…
It's been that kind of week over here, too, for me and a lot of people. Everyone is just out of sorts and cranky. Time for the restart button!
I had one of those days, too! The kids suddenly started being super helpful and asking what they could do to help make me happy and let me rest because I worked so hard…I think the slamming of the raisin container and the flying raisins did it, although it could just be that they suddenly felt selfless… š
All I want to know is…. Were you able to rescue the pet shop friends?
It must have been "One of those days" through out the upper midwest. Dad finished with his last patient and left the hospital right at 5 pm…and headed for Minneapolis and a TWINS game with his boys. Which left me with twin six year olds..both of whom have tummy flu, a fifteen year old who is missing her older sister, a seventeen year old whose seeing her chances to drive this week end…flying out the window…and I'm thinking… for some odd reasons the world will seem a kinder place tonight… if you were just able to rescue the pet shop friends…and make one small corner of the world a happier place.
I'd like to join the toddler as well. Big hugs!
Yes, LMK, Marshmallow Sprinkles was still lying right there on the grass where she'd been tossed.
(along with the various accessories)
And Katy, thank you, but it was Campbell's canned soup that I'd prepared. If you come for dinner, I'm making homemade!
Thank you for sharing your not-so-perfect day! As a young mom to one, it really helps to hear that it is normal to sometimes lose it. I end up wallowing in mom-guilt when I snap at my little girl… it is nice to know that even great moms fall down some times, and that what is important is getting back up again.
Weather, maybe??? Yesterday was my day…
I came out of the bathroom to find Taz dancing on the countertop with Buddys pack of TicTacs – mostly empty…. Then, I went into the family room to call My Love (only room in the house I can get cell coverage) and Peanut had gotten into the lazy susan and dumped out my ENTIRE tupperware container of almonds…. (Luckily, they were the raw ones, which no one but me seems to like anyway…. But really, I think I had about a pound left….. There is $8 gone..) I turned around for a moment to talk to Princess and he decided that dumping out the container was not enough, he needed to use his hands to swish them all over the kitchen floor…. Then, I am downstairs trying to sort through some school things that can be packed now and things I need to keep out when I send Princess to check on the babies- who are WAAAY too quiet… I can tell by the way she yells for me that something is wrong. I get upstairs and Taz is on Buddy`s bed with the Senokot out of Princess`s purse – and the bottle is empty. Turns out he didn't actually eat any, but always better safe than sorry… Then, a little later, after I go upstairs to put laundry away, I come downstairs to Taz cutting the sleeves on his pajamas with the scissors…. And this all before 10am…..
Thank you for sharing your day! Hugs and love to you and the littles!
Margaret
It must be the kids' time of the month. Mine were pretty awful too. They even fussed at each other and me when I took them to the park at 430 because I thought being outside might help everyone's mood.
Maggie, my darling, I love you.
Really and truly.
Those days come…and they go. And we press on like the good little soldiers we are.
I'm praying for you.
In my house, the girls call those toys LPS and I have been very tempted to throw them out the window š
I think September is a tough month. I'm sure it's a weak excuse, but with the new school year start and trying to get a doable schedule going, it can be quite STRESSFUL on everyone.
((((HUGS))))
Oh my word if I weren't sitting here weeping understanding tears of, well, a pathetic mix of affirmation and guilt and relief, I'd be able to come up with something brilliant to say! To know that a mom that I admire, even if only on the "internets", can have gut reactions to insane and never ending childhood challenges and then be completely wracked with guilt (seriously, is that just a Catholic thing??? DO we have to be convinced every.single.time. we raise our voice, or make a demand that we've ruined our children forever, do we???) makes me feel so much less like a failure!
There are days when the reel playing in my head is just a litany of every failure, every harsh word and angry reaction that I've ever had to any of my children. Those are the hardest days of all, when you are completely convinced you've failed the only thing that matters. I'm thinking we're not failing. We're doing pretty darn good.
(((((((HUGS)))))))
Peace!
Been there…done that.
Love the LPS flying out the window. I can just imagine.
lots of chocolate..lots and lots of chocolate.
So you are human?? I was beginning to wonder š
That's the joy of forgiveness, a clean slate.