I cried three times before lunch. And then again somewhere between 4 and 5PM
My four year old broke a glass during snack time.
At one point today I had six children in my care.
We watched TV instead of tackling math. I folded eight loads of laundry with GiGi chattering on on the big screen over my right shoulder.
I hid out as well as a stay at home mom of four can when it’s too wet to send the kids out and too noisy to manage inside.
My mind drifted to the beach in Michigan, and to the filthy streets of Haiti or some other foreign land where suffering looks a whole lot different than it does here. I needed perspective today and it was hard to find it.
We muddled through the afternoon with a break in the rain long enough to sit outside, I scratched out a blog post due for another site while the kids whacked sticks and smeared wet sidewalk chalk across the back patio. I broke up three disagreements in fifteen minutes, and sighed exasperated each time, for different reasons.
Some days it’s just enough to limp through to bed time.
We managed dinner and baths and stories and prayers and I wrung my hands out at the 7:30 mark, relived that they were all in bed so early, and guilty for being relieved.
This is just one hard day–
Of course they don’t all look like this.
Today, everything was enough, and enough felt like a bit too much.
Tomorrow we’ll try again. We’ll start over with the best of intentions–
Joining Lisa-Jo and fabulous others for a five minute write, the prompt this week is enough. Join us?