I woke up this morning at 5 am to head to the gym, walk past dishes piled in the sink thinking something died, the pile of clean, not folded laundry and smile at the horrific, uncleanliness my tiny house feels. While brushing my teeth, I couldn’t help but think of how bad of a housewife I’ve been the last couple of days, that’s when I hear the crying.
My middle child had thrown up last night, after me praying he was fine; he walked out with a fever. My day, my everyday life as a stay at home mom has started with dirty, smelly dishes, clean but not folded clothes and a sick child. That much needed time at the gym, you know, that time that helps me stay sane wasn’t going to happen.
Trying to be the good wife that I am (or like to think I am) I decided to put Luke back to sleep, let The Husband sleep in since he wouldn’t be taking Luke to school. Wake Nolan, dress him, make sure he’s not sick and ready for school. Sneak out of the house before anyone else wakes up, come home, sit on the couch thinking I have about an hour before everyone starts waking up. Pull out my daily devotion and before I read one word I hear it. Mama…..Mama…. I wasn’t ready! Ryan was awake, I grab her a cup of milk, pick her up and put her back in bed with The Husband praying she would go back to sleep.
It worked. That is until The Husband wakes up and informed me that although Ryan went back to sleep, he, however, had little toes shoved in and under his side making it impossible to go back to sleep. My mission, however, good intentioned as it might have been, wasn’t. The Husband also informed me how bad he was feeling and how he was getting sick. The thought of a house full of sick kids, husband included sounds like such a
It’s not even 7:30 and my day was off to a
good start. My life, my messy life. I’m not a perfect mother/wife and I do forget to do the dishes and hate to fold laundry. How I survive most days is a miracle in itself. However, I wouldn’t change it for the world. This is the life I wanted and the life God has blessed me with. As I put on a smile and pray for the rest of my day I just wanted to let yall know I’m human. It’s ok to have dirty dishes every once in awhile and to laugh at yourself when you’re having a bad day.
I did manage to fix Ryan’s hair today. That’s a plus right?