My children all got together last night while I was sleeping and decided to up the ante. They agreed to sabotage all of my good intentions with back-talk, whining, defiance, and drama. And that was just for breakfast.
My day started with my husband grouching at me about something that doesn't affect him, followed by the Mommy Sweater attaching herself to me over my morning coffee and clinging for dear life. Not to be outdone, The Boy decided to refuse to do his math. That's it. He just wasn't gonna do it. So there. (yeah, he did his math) As if that wasn't enough to turn Super Mom into a blubbering idiot, The Princess, aka The Eldest Child, spent a laborious hour writing sentences for her spelling words, because "it's too ha-a-a-a-ard" to write a sentence using words like "kitchen" and "throw." Uh-huh. Sure.
Well, more whining continued throughout the day, interspersed with moments of blatant defiance and dramatic flair over things as simple as picking up their own messes or putting on socks to go outdoors.
I love my children, I love my children, I love my children.
So, I survived the day, thanks be to Jesus, and headed off to my small church group meeting, which was salve to my frayed patience and comfort to my tired mind. Outmaneuvering a houseful of children bent on Mommy Destruction: Phase II is sure taxing. Some cocoa and Christmas music does a Mommy good.
Tomorrow, I will be waiting at the bottom of the stairs with the whip and chair!
My day started with my husband grouching at me about something that doesn't affect him, followed by the Mommy Sweater attaching herself to me over my morning coffee and clinging for dear life. Not to be outdone, The Boy decided to refuse to do his math. That's it. He just wasn't gonna do it. So there. (yeah, he did his math) As if that wasn't enough to turn Super Mom into a blubbering idiot, The Princess, aka The Eldest Child, spent a laborious hour writing sentences for her spelling words, because "it's too ha-a-a-a-ard" to write a sentence using words like "kitchen" and "throw." Uh-huh. Sure.
Well, more whining continued throughout the day, interspersed with moments of blatant defiance and dramatic flair over things as simple as picking up their own messes or putting on socks to go outdoors.
I love my children, I love my children, I love my children.
So, I survived the day, thanks be to Jesus, and headed off to my small church group meeting, which was salve to my frayed patience and comfort to my tired mind. Outmaneuvering a houseful of children bent on Mommy Destruction: Phase II is sure taxing. Some cocoa and Christmas music does a Mommy good.
Tomorrow, I will be waiting at the bottom of the stairs with the whip and chair!
Ohhhh Angie...I know you know this verse and I go to it often...."He who spares the rod hates his son, but he who loves him is careful to discipline him." Proverbs 13:24
ReplyDeleteSo...good for you mommy to have the "whip and chair" ready!!! Again..you are doing God's work and I am inspired by your honesty of how it's not as easy as you think, your desire, and passion to do this tough, challenging, but oh-so-rewarding work of LOVE!!!Your family loves you so much that they just want to see how much more you love them. I know I can be so all over the place with my thoughts....
I am anxiously awaiting how your day goes as I am sending happy, joyous, laughter-filled prayers your way!!!
Oh, Betty, I teared up reading your compassionate encouragement of my weary soul! Thank you for taking time to lift me up today! Bless you indeed.
ReplyDeleteOkay. This post (even though I know how crappy that day was for you) is hilarious!
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