Some days don’t turn out like you’d planned. Oh, it’s so true.
Today was going to be a full day — housecleaning to get behind me, then I was going to start the kids on our first theme unit of the year: Penguins. I stayed up late last night working on the lesson plans and activities. Well, our little sleep-resistant daughter decided to sit up and play, squeal, scream, and fuss from 12:30 am till 3 am. Ken and I got, we think, a total of 5 hours of sleep.
When I slithered out of bed at 8, I noticed my left eye felt funny. One glance in the mirror told me my sinus issues this weekend have morphed into something else: The dreaded Pink Eye.
The day ended with me in tears, R in tears (on more than one occasion), supper a desperate, weird hodge-podge of bland-colored carbs served buffet-style.
After Ken got home from work, things did turn around a bit. The kids relished in his company, and I was able to get dinner done….we had a wonderful devotional with the kids afterwards. Soon, all of the bad points of the day faded away and I was left with memories of the good: The fun time the kids and I had building and playing with G’s marble run, the time we were able to run around outside while the sun peeked through and warmed the January air to a balmy 67 degrees, and the very pointed and in-depth Q&A session about Jesus and heaven that G initiated mid-afternoon.
And even the bittersweet point at the end of the day when a totally exhausted R collapsed on my chest even before suppertime, sleeping deeply amid all of the early evening chaos all around….the smell of her newly-shampooed hair, her little arms tight around me, the realization that she hasn’t fallen asleep in my arms since she turned a year old.
Let me never forget the good things….and let the bad days of motherhood conveniently flutter underneath the radar and fall off of the path. They’re always overshadowed in the end.
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