Hit the Wall

Some days I just hit my wall - like right around 9 am.  Know what I mean?

There are just days where it seems that nothing is going right.  It starts with the boys arguing before school.  It starts with Jake waking up early and me not getting a shower without a child nearby.

 It continues on when I realize I forgot something important I was supposed to do at work the day before but what I need to finish the task is at my office and not at home.  So what was supposed to be a quick drive through to get Andy at preschool involves me having to look presentable because I have to go inside the school to my office.

I get home and my four year old is whiny and not cooperative.

I accomplish about 25% of what I NEED to get done during Jake's nap time (see above re: 4 year old being whiny).

We scoot back to pick up the big kids and rush home to do homework before someone has a scheduled practice or game.  This is NO SMALL TASK!  Keeping two kids focused and motivated to do homework and study for upcoming quizzes/tests is a HUGE undertaking.  Throw in me trying to put together dinner so we can eat before the practice (or risk hearing how someone is STAAAARRRRVINNG) and you have an interesting afternoon.

By the time we finish all of that and change into practice clothes or uniforms, find cleats, socks, shin guards, etc., wake up the baby and get everyone in a car, I am exhausted.

Then we come home and do that whole bedtime routine, brush teeth, bathe, pajamas, read stories, etc. and it is easily 9pm.  I then get backpacks together, pick clothes out for the next day, pick up any assorted toys and collapse on the couch to "work" for a few hours on my computer.

THEN - some days are smooth sailing and make me forget the bad days and I realize I can get up again tomorrow and do it all again.

The problem is - I feel like time is flying past me.  I've shared a quote before that I saw Beth Moore post on twitter one day - "the days are long but the years fly by".  SO TRUE!!!!

Some days all I can focus on is getting to naptime or bedtime when I can actually breathe for a second or two.  BUT I DON'T WANT TO FEEL THAT WAY!

I want to cherish these moments.  I want to relish even the fury and frenzy of it all.  I know all too soon they will be grown and gone and I'll be wishing they were here with problems to solve, laundry piling up and toys scattered about the house.

So for now, I am going to take a few deep breaths.  I'm going to stop worrying about tomorrow.  I'm going to give myself "the night off" from work.  I'm going to sit down with my husband and mindlessly watch a funny tv show and rest.

"Tomorrow is another day" - thank you Scarlett O'Hara - it is my chance for a do-over and an opportunity to have a better attitude.

Pray for me to seize that chance!