I am thankful and blessed for everything that I am fortunate enough to have or have experienced because I truly believe everything has a purpose... but right now I feel like God is laughing at my impatient prayer for patience... today started off last night like one of those annoying, pesky little flies that won't leave your picnic food alone... not quite one of those "someone died, or got cancer, or is in the hospital" kind of days... just. plain. annoying. (and Someone is teaching me a major lesson in patience today)
After a long beautiful family camping trip this weekend, I came home exhausted (like bones aching, bags under-the-eyes, forgetting how to spell your simple last name kind of exhausted)... and I realized only this morning that quite possibly the reason Jayme hasn't been able to sleep at night is because her two bottom molars are finally breaking through (toddlers stop at 20 teeth right?! I hope!)
I got up at 5:30 to a crying nugget who had fallen out of her bed, I attempt to rock her back to sleep, as I begin to crawl deliriously back into bed myself- Ryan halts me and reminds me its time for our morning smoothie routine- so I march downstairs in a grumpy mood and start to whip together some spinach, kale, strawberries, cucumber and apple into the blender... i grumpily pour three cups, put mine and Jayme's back in the fridge and as I am cleaning up to go back upstairs to hopefully get another hour of sleep, Ryan tries to put Jayme back to bed (she never went back to sleep) and this only excites his little girl who loves to see her daddy off in the morning... after he leaves, i go put her back to bed again and desperately crawl back into bed myself... 7:00- "moooooooommmmmmyyyyyy" all right. i'm up. she wants to go snuggle in mommy and daddy's bed...awesome! I can get a few extra restful moments- until I get kneed in the eye (hoping it doesn't turn bruised!) time to really get up. we go downstairs, take off the pullup, no pee in the potty, have our breakfast smoothies in our coffee mugs (she thinks she's just like mommy when I put her smoothie in a plastic coffee mug, which we have to "cheers" in between every sip)... time to get busy, she plays but nags at me as soon as i step into the kitchen to do dishes... few minutes later i hear her call for help in the bathroom... apparently she had to go potty (which i should be glad she knew to even go to the real toilet on her own), but in the process of trying to climb onto the toilet, she fell in... all the way in... i strip off her clothes and soaked shoes, and wipe her down (not even sure she went pee)... we play, she gives the signal she has to go #2, I put her on her potty- she goes! YAY! then 5 minutes later (literally maybe even 4 minutes) she pees ALOT on the couch.... we clean up, she plays i start to prep dinner, as I begin to pound out the chicken under the plastic wrap (a little too excited to use the meat mallet), juice splatters all over me and the floor (i'm convinced this wouldn't have happened if i wasn't sleep deprived and grumpy) just then Jayme wants to be held and treks right through the mess on the floor. clean up again. go play while mommy tries to get her Proverbs 31 study in... ironic lesson today in cleaning house... but now Jayme is extra whiny and wants snacks (I think she needs a nap. heck we both need naps and its not even 10am). I go to get a gala apple for us to share (because i'm on a gala apple twice a day kick) and realize my produce bag is full of 3 different kind of apples that are not gala, sounds like a lame annoyance, but when you want what you want, anything else becomes annoying (the worst part is its all my own fault for not paying attention at the store) all the while I'm begging (impatiently) to grant me patience.... dishes done. chicken ready to go. Nugget fed. I put her down way early for a nap (praying it doesn't throw off our tutoring schedule/day), sit down to gather my thoughts, pray for more patience, and it hits me... if i put it into words, one day- maybe even tomorrow- i can look back at this and have learned that life goes on, even if a pesky fly won't leave your food alone... (i know i know... lame analogy, but its all i got) annnnnnnd my favorite annoying to hear sometimes but totally true saying- it. could. always. be. worse. So now I will thank God its not worse and get on with this beautiful rainy day.
i had to vent, my apologies for the boring mommy ramble. the book Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible No Good, Very Bad Day came to mind...
