One of those days…

It’s been one of those days.  As a matter of fact…it’s been one of those weeks.

You know what I’m talking about.  When nothing seems to go right.

When the dishes didn’t get touched and the laundry sat in the washer for much too long.

When you haven’t peed all day because making sure the babies are dry, fed, and breathing is much more important.

When your toddler refuses to use the fork…or the straw…or the toilet…and it’s frustrating because you know he CAN do it but you have to wait for HIM to figure out that he can do it.

One of those days when both kids are finally asleep for a nap and you barely sit down on the couch hoping to take ONE. DEEP. BREATH. but are interrupted by a cry that starts it all over again.

One of those days when you just want to stop, sit down, and cry right where you are because it’s all just too much…but you can’t let the ones that count on you the most see you do that, so you fight back the tears and you ignore the burning ball in your throat and play another game of choo choo trains.

One of those days when you haven’t brushed your teeth because you never got a moment so you run to the bathroom with baby in arms and toddler at your feet five minutes before your husband pulls in so that he doesn’t see you as revolting as you feel.

When the baby won’t stop crying and the toddler is jumping up and down on the dog screaming “MAMA…MAMA…MAMA” for no reason other than just to get you to look at him.

One of those days when your husband walks in and sees you losing it and thinks that you had a terrible day…but it wasn’t a terrible day because you’re alive and the kids are alive and the dog is alive.

And then your husband offers to take the kids on a drive to “give you a break” and you immediately get defensive because you don’t “NEED” a break or “WANT” a break…you just want to be with your babies because that’s your JOB.

And after the fight realize that what you needed was a break all along.

And then things finally settle down and the kids are in bed and you realize that you miss them.

Through all the chaos and hair pulling and madness and frustration, the thing you want more than anything is another five minutes with them before they are asleep.

Because no matter how hard the day is…or how terrible the week was…nothing matters except those babies.

And the love you have for them trumps anything else.

So, I get to take my deep breath while in bed, right before I fall asleep, and think about all the fun we will have tomorrow because the days are long but the years are short and there will come a time when they aren’t screaming for your attention and you won’t be the most important person in their lives.

And I realize that I can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow!

2 thoughts on “One of those days…

  • October 7, 2014 at 5:44 am

    I barely remember those kind of days now as my babies are 28 and 25 now, but they happened more then I’d like to recall. Hang in there. Time truly passes too quickly.

    • October 7, 2014 at 9:43 am

      I do know that time passes much too quickly! As soon as a bad day ends, I forget what it felt like. I know we’ll look back on these challenging days and only remember the beauty of it all!

      Thanks Dena!


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