6:06 am – Got up.
Chug a glass of water/get a cup of coffee.
Move the Elf on the Shelf that I forgot to move last night.
Wake up oldest daughter/make her lunch and get her ready for school.
Clean up milk said child spilled.
Put laundry in washing machine.
Wash breakfast dishes.
Put middle child on potty and bribe her with jelly beans.
Clean up jellybeans.
Email adoption papers for some lovely friends.
Add UpScale DownHome cookbook to my husband’s Amazon “wish list.” This is the only thing I want for Christmas and if he knows what’s best for him, he’ll order it for me. (Love you bunches babe!)
Get middle child dressed.
Get myself dressed. (I’m usually rocking comfy pants when my husband comes home but I got a new sweater the other day and I wore it to church yesterday and got several compliments so I decided rewearing a sweater is better than my usual pink sweatpants.)
Cut the middle child’s fingernails.
Put laundry in dryer.
Cook some eggs. (We have chickens and ducks, and for the life of me, I have no idea which kind I cooked. I’m backyard illiterate.)
Convince middle child chocolate chips are not breakfast.
Kinda open a cheesestick but not all the way because she HAS to open it “by myself.”
Tell same child stop yelling at the dog because the dog is NOT trying to eat her cheesestick.
Eat cold eggs. (Hey, at least I know they are eggs.)
Share cold eggs with middle child even tho she said she didn’t want any. (Yes I know I do the same thing with my husband, especially if he has french fries, he says it’s super annoying. But we’ve been married for 15 years so he should know better.)
Plead with middle child to drink apple juice out of the orange cup because juice is already in it and I don’t want to wash ANOTHER cup.
Get green cup.
Hear baby wake up and look at clock.
9:02…9:02!! You’re freakin’ kidding me!!!! It’s only 9:02?!?!? I’ve been up less than 3 hours and I feel like I’ve run a marathon. Actually I’ve never ran a full marathon. I’ve ran a half marathon and I’m more tired right now than I was after crossing the finish line.
I’ve reheated my coffee twice and I still haven’t finished it yet.
Mommas. This is life isn’t it?
Yesterday, at church my pastor was talking about “being called.” We might not be living the life we imagined but we are called to live the life we have. Whether we realize it or not, we have a circle of influence and it’s up to us to influence it positively or negatively.
You might be a stay at home mom who’s screaming on the inside because you desperately want to get back to an office. Like everyday you are away, you’re loosing a piece of you. To make deals, close accounts, make bigger decisions than what leggins go with what shirt. To sit at a desk and drink a hot cup of coffee in peace while catching up on morning emails. Stay at home momma, keep rocking your messy bun; you have earned every beautiful hair out of place. You are a CEO and doing what it takes to run a successful household, you’re providing a loving and safe place for your babies when they come home from school.
You might be a working mom feeling guilty every second you’re away. Desperately wishing you were the one rocking that baby of yours to sleep. Longing for the day when you can stay home and make homemade spaghetti sauce instead of opening a jar. That you were the one kissing skinned knees and wiping away the tears. Working momma, keep rocking your business attire. You are doing what it takes to pay the bills and to make sure your babies are feed, safe and warm at night.
I’ve been a momma in both worlds and it’s super easy to look at where you are and to long to be somewhere else. I know what you are going through. YOU.ARE.ENOUGH. You are loved. You are seen. You are beautiful. You are forgiven.
You are where you are called to be. Right now. In this moment. Take a deep breath and smile.
So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God. 1 Cor 10:31
PS – These are actual events, I took notes this morning.
PPS – I still haven’t finished my coffee yet.