We had a bad day.
We had a bad day today.
My head hurts.
It was a day filled with a screaming, teething, drooling toddler. A child who hides all of his pacifiers (not sure how that even happened). A day where a toddler was supposed to be napping but was screaming so loud he woke his daddy up instead.
It was day of things that hit me wrong on Facebook and Instagram. When it appears as all other moms in the world are having the best days of their lives snowed in with their kids, but I am just trying to make it until bedtime.
Where dinner didn't get started until much too late. Where the Internet kept booting me offline when I had just 20 minutes of the Downton Abbey Season 4 premiere to watch. (I never did finish it.)
A day filled with tears and anxiety about the future and how am I possibly going to take care of two kids when I can barely take care of one.
Where I felt completely inadequate and ill-equipped to be a mother of one, let alone two.
Of concern for my husband as he is working in -40 wind chills tonight, serving and protecting.
Can you relate? It was a bad day filled with big things and little things.
First world problems? Perhaps. But my problems all the same, and it was important to me nonetheless.
But it was also a day filled with kind text messages, reminding me that I am a good mama despite the rough days. (Thanks, Kristi.) Of empathetic "I've been there" stories from my good friend Mary Ann. Of some kind words from some sweet ladies on Instagram. For tons of prayers from our loved ones for Mike's safety and well-being.
I pray tomorrow will be better. When my family is all safe and warm under one roof, where Grayson and I can start our day off on a better foot, where I can get things accomplished! Where I can provide some much needed words of encouragement to a mama who is struggling to get through her day.
My head hurts.
It was a day filled with a screaming, teething, drooling toddler. A child who hides all of his pacifiers (not sure how that even happened). A day where a toddler was supposed to be napping but was screaming so loud he woke his daddy up instead.
It was day of things that hit me wrong on Facebook and Instagram. When it appears as all other moms in the world are having the best days of their lives snowed in with their kids, but I am just trying to make it until bedtime.
Where dinner didn't get started until much too late. Where the Internet kept booting me offline when I had just 20 minutes of the Downton Abbey Season 4 premiere to watch. (I never did finish it.)
A day filled with tears and anxiety about the future and how am I possibly going to take care of two kids when I can barely take care of one.
Where I felt completely inadequate and ill-equipped to be a mother of one, let alone two.
Of concern for my husband as he is working in -40 wind chills tonight, serving and protecting.
Can you relate? It was a bad day filled with big things and little things.
First world problems? Perhaps. But my problems all the same, and it was important to me nonetheless.
But it was also a day filled with kind text messages, reminding me that I am a good mama despite the rough days. (Thanks, Kristi.) Of empathetic "I've been there" stories from my good friend Mary Ann. Of some kind words from some sweet ladies on Instagram. For tons of prayers from our loved ones for Mike's safety and well-being.
I pray tomorrow will be better. When my family is all safe and warm under one roof, where Grayson and I can start our day off on a better foot, where I can get things accomplished! Where I can provide some much needed words of encouragement to a mama who is struggling to get through her day.
Erin, you are an amazing person. You are a fabulous mother. You will take your second bundle of joy in stride and be surprised at how well you can care for two. I have faith in you. :-)
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