and woke up on my own.
Yesterday was long.
12 loads of laundry at home
in the washer that doesn't spin well.
My mind was focused on cleaning out closets,
but my body stayed tethered to the kitchen.
Another trip back to the doctor,
and soccer practice,
where two little boys could run their energy out.
I consider the day successful if:
- Maryn eats meals instead of scraps.
- Everyone makes it to school.
- No one throws up.
- No one draws on anything. (Corbin coloring in his belly button doesn't really count)
- Everyone goes to bed in their clean sheets.
(which didn't happen)
Funny how my standards have changed over the years....
I admit that I went to bed feeling dejected.
Purposely dumped boxes of juice on the freshly mopped kitchen floor pretty much put me over the edge.
And every time I turned around,
there was more laundry.
I put myself in timeout.
I really needed the children last night.
This is difficult work to do alone,
and there is always so much to do.
A good attitude about helping makes all the difference in the world to me.
This morning it all begins again.
And so I should make sure it starts off right.
A little time in the scriptures and a good prayer with the children that I love so much.
They don't know that my world revolves around them,
and it makes me happy,
but sometimes it's a lot for me.
I am trying.