Hello all! I hope your week is going better than mine. We had a hectic weekend and I’m still trying to catch up with all of the housework (it’s only hump day. I’ve got time). It doesn’t help that Clara’s going through this delightful screaming phase and, unrelated to that (probably), I’ve had a pounding headache. Add in some gloomy rain and you can imagine what kind of day I’ve had. But why imagine when I can tell you! Wanna hear some examples? I know you do.
My head was hurting so I laid down on the couch to rest for a bit and Clara hit me in the eye with Woody.
I was helping Chucky clean his toys out of the living room when I heard a crashing sound in his bedroom. That was Clara upending a bin of toys that I had just put away.
While folding clothes and saying the rosary the kids came into the sitting room and started screaming. The blood curdling kind of screaming. I don’t know why. They thought it was funny.
Chucky hit me in the head with a plastic baseball bat while I lectured him on the dangers of plastic baseball bats.
I overcooked the steak I was making for dinner.
I stepped on some Legos.
You get the idea.
I want to say that I reacted to all of these problems with grace and good humor but you know I didn’t. I wanted to be the kind of mom who wiped her hands on her apron while she smiled and said “What am I going to do with you?” in the sweetest fondest way possible. What I actually did was yell and fume and stomp around the house mumbling things I don’t want to repeat. Also, we wore jammies all day. And I may have eaten
a lot of some cookies. Not a good mommy day.
Now that things have settled down a little because Daddy’s home (hooray!) I have some perspective. The truth is, I woke up a bit of out of sorts and I let it take over my whole day. I didn’t practice any kind of self control or patience, I just let things spiral out of control and threw up my hands and said why me?
Before I had children I would have let a day like today get to me. I would have moped and sulked for at least a week before coming to my senses and that was before the dangers of Legos and plastic baseball bats. These days I have some perspective.
I know that a bad day doesn’t define me. I know that with the next sunrise comes another chance to practice the grace and goodness that I want to see in the world. I know that God has been tapping on my shoulder all day, trying to get me to see those moments of love and joy that happen throughout the day but I was too caught up in my bad mood to see them. There was the moment before the screaming when Clara sat in my lap and listened to me say the rosary. There was the time Chucky came up to me, all proud of himself because he had built a racecar out of Legos. And dinner wasn’t completely ruined because sour cream and lime juice saved the steak tacos (they were delicious!).
My point is, there is a silver lining in even the worse day. God can be found in the little moments of joy that live in the chaotic days. I need to learn to forget about my needs and hurts and focus on how I can better serve my family. My husband would have appreciated coming home to a happy wife. My children would have appreciated an attentive mother. I would have benefited from thinking of myself less.
By Gods grace, tomorrow is a new day and a new chance to do good. I want to focus on the joy and I hope you do too. Leave a comment or tweet or Instagram (is that a word?) at me with something happy or joyful that happens to you today, using #focusonjoy. I can’t wait to see what happens!