4:15. Woke early to cat crying. Fed him, gave him meds and
let him out. He’s happy and free. I probably won’t see him until the afternoon.
Lay back down. Mike wakes and changes into dry undies out of a wet pull-up.
Tuck him back in bed. I lay down to listen to the sound of rain… uh oh rain.
4:30. Tater wakes, terrified of the storm. Soothe both boys.
Bring Tater downstairs to “sleep” in my bed. No sleep, just questions about
rain. Frustrated. Get up to mop the floors (again) after cat peed yesterday.
Not his fault – he was scared. House stinks. Bad. Cat pee is gross.
Make banana bread for breakfast. Chocolate banana bread.
Batter tastes heavenly. Put the walnuts on top so kids can pick them off. Check
calories. Don’t want to blow it at breakfast. What?! 200 calories for 1/12 of a
loaf. Oh man, who eats 1/12 ? I could eat half of it. Vow to not eat half.
Tater wakes again, crying. “I’m not in my bed!” “No you’re
in my bed,” I answer. He whine-mutters something I can’t understand. Pick him
up, wipe his nose and make him promise not to wake everyone upstairs. Bring him
back to bed. Text Dusty the story because it’s cute. He tells me it’s cute.
6:15. Good I still have a few minutes before everyone wakes.
Hop in the shower. Read devotional. Start typing. Emma wakes… she smells banana
bread. Her excited smile tells me I did good.
I know there’s something awesome in this story. It’s a
season that I’ll one day want back. So many times it feels more like an
annoyance. I just want the kids to leave me alone so I can “get stuff done.” Or
maybe sleep past 6 a.m. once in a while.
What’s more important than this? I think today I’ll choose
to see the magic in it, instead of the nuisance. Today I’ll find joy in the
mundane. Peace in the chaos of sticky hands and runny noses. Today I’ll pray
when I feel frustration rise up in me. At least I hope so. Because this mommy
thing can only be faced one day at a time.
Yep, typing time is over. Mike peed on Tommy… oh my.
