Today was a toughie. Definite crazy cycle going on between Cricket and I. Both ended up in tears. Twice. Was not pretty. Most definitely not one of my finest parenting days {by a long shot}.
Comedy of errors in getting together with a new friend I just met…running behind, gas light on {country life does not provide us many gas stops…had to drive in opposite direction to fill up…making us even later}, reached for phone…discovered phone was {Lord knows where} at home, GPS was having an ‘off’ day, got lost in Midland, and finally arrived so late at designated spot that other mom & crew had already left. With no way of contacting her. Fabulous first impression.
Splash pad was fun. Ice cream was messy. Park was dismal failure {due to some serious impatience on my part}. Morning #1 of hubby’s new schedule – which involves him working from 10pm to 6am, and then sleeping in the morning while I attempt to enable said sleep by evacuating {or implementing the use of duct tape} – an exhausting endeavor. No likey new shifty. Shifty shift. Blah.
Cried to husband about daughter’s behavior. Cried harder to husband over mother’s behavior in response to daughter’s behavior. Not sure which distresses me more: her {seeming} delight in constantly pushing the boundaries, or my complete inability to keep it together and not display this ugly side of me I didn’t realize existed. Scary stuff. Desperate for change in this area.
Planned trip to Lansing to run some errands tomorrow, while hitting up my besties in the process. Ridiculously excited to see their beautiful faces and soak up their delightfulness. I’m so blessed by the women in my life. Their walk is such an inspiration to me. Their transparent sojourn through the rocky terrain of parenthood and the constantly evolving adventures of wife-dom, serve as sweet reminders that I’m not alone in my journey. Their love for Jesus woos me into a deeper awe for the God we serve. Their sweet, faithful love for me is part of the reason I can bloom where I’m planted…poop and all. And their constant {and lavish} encouragement is one of the reasons I blog my little heart out when sleep beckons me sweetly.
Speaking of these phenomenal women…check out this stinkin’ adorable bag one of my lovelies made for me for my birthday:
Recognize what she created {printed/enlarged/traced/cut/stitched} on the back…?
Ooh, ooh, ooh…pick me! It’s a Pink Kangaroo!
Yup, she’s brilliant.
Does that mean I’m smarter just because I surround myself with such brilliance?
I digress.
Nap time ended {sniff, sniff} and we plundered the garden to sauté up the delicious veggie smorgasbord below: sporting sugar-snap peas, zucchini, peppers and basil from our garden. Complete and utter {healthy} scrumptiousness!
Hubby manned the grill, and we cooked up one heck of a meal. One of the redeeming aspects of this shift: he’s home for dinner each night. Which does unfortunately mean that I no longer get away with swinging omelets for dinner every night. Come on now…they were tasty and nutritious. Albeit a tad boring after a while.
Took the kiddos to the beach in our back yard {the campground behind “our” house has welcomed us to use their 2 acre lake anytime…’tis glorious!} while my hubby caught some final z’s before work.
All in all, a good tough day – doesn’t every day, in essence, have a purpose…even if it is to stretch, refine and reveal?
Good thing I get to try again tomorrow.
Praying for the gumption to kick-start the day with an energizing cycle and put an end to the poopy ‘tude that’s been lingering around here for the past couple days.
Bring it on, Thursday!
