Maybe Tomorrow??

I wonder sometimes exactly what life is like anywhere but here.  I'm not saying I want to be anywhere but here, simply wondering what 6 pm on a Tuesday in May looked like for my mom 30 years ago, or what it looks like for my neighbor or another family with 7 kids.  How can my morning start so beautifully and within minutes be so upside down?  Is it just me?  Do other people have these kind of days, or do they just not notice them because they handle it differenly?  Do they sing happily as they clean up the box of Fruit Loops and the half-gallon of milk spilled all over the table?  What about when they brush all the dry oatmeal off of the couch?  Or clean up the spaghetti and lettuce from on, under and around the table?  Do they calmly rock the crying baby, put her down, pick her up, put her down, pick her up again and again, because she doesn't want to be held, but doesn't want to be put down?  Or does she do what I've done all day and put her in her crib and shut the door and listen to her scream for an hour because it's easier to listen to her scream there than right at my feet.  What about the screaming toddlers that are sick, that do nothing but fight with each other all day and cry like they've been beaten with a stick?  Are they calm and provide a soothing solution?  I just picked them up and sat them down in chairs and lectured them until I felt better.  I don't think they really heard any of it.  What happens in someone else's house when no naps have been taken, no room is clean, no table has been wiped off, no one has listened...AT ALL, there has been only minutes of the day without a child screaming, or needing to be held...or just picked up to be let down, no one can find socks, shoes, pants, shirts, backpacks, etc...

At the beginning of the morning, I'm so optimistic.  I have such grand plans for the beautiful day ahead and many days, within five minutes of being awake, I am already defeated.  Tomorrow...tomorrow...:)

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kristi casady said…
You are a WONDERFUL mother! We'll chat on Thursday about this...I know exactly what you are saying !!!
Sandi said…
30 years ago on a May morning in my house there was a sassy 8 yr old who was too big for her britches and a 5 1/2 yr old who cried every time the 8 yr old looked at her wrong. But it was a quiet house as we baked cookies together, or they played outside together or we read a book together. And I always tried to start the day with a little kids devotion (which they hated), which may have made a difference in my day. Spending five minutes in quiet time with God can make 5 hours of difference in the day. And they had to clean up their own messes! I guess I don't have much of a memory to remember what really went on!

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