sometimes i forget that the grass isn’t so green on the other side.
today is one of those days again.
last night as i thought about the rainy day ahead, i made the plan to get us up, dressed, and out by 10AM for a panera blueberry bagel breakfast (coffee for mama) and pbk story time. this little adventure would put us back at home for lunch and naps, and i would have been successful at doing at least one out-of-the-house activity with my bored-to-the-brim kiddos. (sounds great in theory, right?)
but despite my efforts for a lovely start to a lovely plan, my kids went crazy in isla’s room yet again this morning, while i took a desperately quick shower. this time they slathered the crib, the play table, another book, and THE CARPET with neon blue shampoo and lime green body wash. i couldn’t believe it. it was like, “really? is this what we’re going to do again today? destroy the house, my plans, and my joy?”
(thankfully, my sister-in-law is letting me borrow the carpet cleaning vacuum, and i found out, from my mom and dear google, that a little vinegar/warm water solution over the spots should do the trick. luckily, i only have three carpet spots to deal with – the rest was plastered on a hard surface of some kind, which brings our total of expensive-books-thrown-away-b/c-of-your-mess to three, and it’s only tuesday. :/ )
we barely made it to “story time” on time. they were reading “madeline” (one of the girls’ absolute favorites – we have the entire thing memorized, complete with french accents), yet my children did not want to listen. they were the only children ignoring story time. bagels came afterwards, b/c of our mad dash to pbk; ava nearly fell in a fountain; she forget her sippy cup in a store (didn’t realize until we were on our way home); lunch was pb sandwiches and strawberries (2nd time this week); isla clogged the toilet, and ava nearly overflowed it by trying to flush 16 times afterwards; nap time didn’t begin until 3:30PM (bad news for bedtime); finally, the thunder rolled in, so guess who’s not napping – ava.
being a mom is hard. most of the time it’s messy. it’s thankless. it’s frustrating. it’s sweaty. it’s smelly. it’s rewards aren’t material.
i’m thankful that i’m not alone, and neither are you. i think that’s why i appreciate blogs so much. there are so many parents out there sharing their experiences – sometimes with humor or sarcasm, sometimes with sadness or desperation, and sometimes with wisdom and grace.
this post i read just now definitely falls under the latter. thank you, whitney for your wisdom and grace, and thank you for the gentle reminder. i needed one today.
find the post here:
beauty in the mess: taking captive our thoughts