Have you ever read the cute kid story "Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day," by Judy Viorst? As adorable and funny that story is, its a different thing when you are the one experiencing it. I've had days that were overwhelming before and Im sure many more to come, but for some reason this particular day was memorable (probably because it just happened yesterday :0) It wasn't so much as horrible as it was just plain exhausting.
6:30am Kroger run: It actually started the night before when I noticed that my daughters were out of fruit squeeze pouches and this is a staple product around my home. Heaven forbid I send my daughter to her mothers day out program the next day without one in her lunch box. Its the one healthy thing that she consistently eats so if it's missing it would be like I didn't send a lunch at all.
7:20am back home: Yes I know- I was only supposed to grab squeeze pouches but I got caught up and $100 and 5 grocery bags later I made it back home. BTW the squeeze pouches were only $2 a box- what was I doing????
8:30am-9:15 Leave to drop my oldest daughter's off at her mothers day out program(MDO): after nagging my 2yr old to eat her cereal along with my 10 month old who has started eating a few bites of her food and then spitting out what she doesn't want and playing in the mess
9:45am at another grocery store: yes I actually had a real list of things I needed on this trip unlike Kroger-Well at least I had the soft melody of my 10month old fussing about half the time we was in the store bc she was sleepy AND teething. Yea Im not sure if other customers felt the same way :0
10:45am grabbed lunch drive thru- I didn't have time to make a healthy lunch and I still had half the groceries from my early Kroger trip to put up along w/ new groceries.
11:15am-1:30pm changed and put sleepy child down for nap, ate my lunch, put up groceries, washed dishes, swept/mopped up what looked like about a week worth of crumbs but realistically it was just a day or two worth or crumbs ;), and straightened up some rooms. Yay-Living room is spotless!
1:45pm-3:30pm left to go pick up 2yr old from school and stopped at another store bc I needed to return an item and pick up last few items that could not be found at earlier stores w/ both girls
4pm back home to start dinner (Crock pot!!), and practically beg my 2yr old to eat a piece of pizza (remember this slice of pizza for later)
5pm- the time I really needed to be heading out again to drop girls off at church to head to my tues ladies program that starts at 5:45 but I noticed a major diaper blow out from my baby that resulted in outfit change, and my two year old somehow had chocolate all over her shirt so another outfit change. As I was getting my two year old to go potty before we leave and took my eyes off my 10month old for 1 min she had managed to grab that slice of pizza( that my 2yr old never finished even after my pleas) sitting on table and tear it to pieces all over my floor (freshly swept and mopped floor remember). That was after she had tore through the toy area like a Tornado (Livingroom no longer spotless lol) That girl is super fast. Needless to say I made it to program late at 6:15-ugh
8:45pm back home from ladies program and bc I put crockpot meal on pretty late in the day it STILL had to cook for another 45mins, so much for having dinner ready early.
At 1st all I wanted to do was whine, cry, and complain about how tired I was and all the messes and negotiations I made today w/ my two year old, all the crying and meltdowns I dealt with, and how exhausting it was to get 2 kids in and out of a car all day long ( yes I counted it was like 8x's that day). But while I was at my ladies program another girl shared her struggle w/ fertility and her hopes and prayers for IVF to work and how sometimes she questions God during this process. I started to cry (like big baby tears), because I remembered all to well just about five years prior I had my own two year journey to get pregnant. I remembered all the journal entries I wrote where I was upset with God and couldn't understand why he wouldn't just allow me to get pregnant. Then after two years of trying and nothing I finally get pregnant only to lose that child to miscarriage and I remembered my anger and and sadness during that time.
Lets fast forward years later and now I have two healthy beautiful little girls that God blessed me with. God allowed me to get pregnant not once but twice and have healthy (very sick but healthy) pregnancies and deliveries. This is what I BEGGED and PRAYED to God for, although at the moment I was only thinking about how stressed out I was that day with all the responsibilities on me as a mother. A change in perspective made me realize I shouldn't be complaining but praising God. This is not to say that we won't have really stressful rough days as mothers- seriously I deal with emotional crying meltdowns regularly with a two year old, but maybe if we look at the blessings of motherhood we can change our perspective greatly and start praising God for what he has given to us instead of complaining.
When I got home that night and both girls were in bed (not all the way sleep) I still went in and gave both a kiss and hug. Thank you God for a change in my attitude!