Do you ever just feel so overwhelmed by your surroundings? Our brother is serving our country in Iraq. Our 90 year old grandfather is back in the hospital with bleeding on his brain, 2 broken ribs and purple right eye which is swollen shut on top of the initial reasons for him being admitted having fluid in his lungs & a kidney infection. Our president didn't stop to recognize our National Day of Pray but is making it a point to announce a National Day of Prayer specifically for the Muslim community! Need I go on?
Most people dread Monday...the start of a new "work" week...back to the daily grind. Mondays are not really that big a deal to me seeing as that I'm a "stay-at-home" mom. They usually come & go without much agony in our home. However, last Monday was just a little different. Mess, it was a lot different! I had to fill in at the office for mom since she & dad were away trying to catch a little break. This was not a big deal because I do that every time they're away. The "ugh" of Monday came when we left & headed to town to run a few errands. Nothing really "happened" during this time. We didn't have an accident, didn't have to wait in any long lines for anything, nothing. But have you ever just been going along about your business then all of a sudden you let your mind get away from you & a little switch gets turned on? The switch that triggers the worry which then triggers the anxiety & fretting which then triggers the "OH MY WORD!! WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?!" freak out mode. Well, that's what "happened" to me that Monday. Andee & I made it home and to be honest, I can't even really remember what we did next. The next thing I do remember is sitting in Adam's chair crying, praying & texting a few friends that I thought may be able to "help."
All too quickly it was time to wake up Andee from her nap, get her dressed for dance (because since CeeCee wasn't home to pick her up on Tuesday she was going to have to go with me to the class I help with), then pick up Landry early from school so we could get to Philly for class at 2:45. When the teacher brought Landry to the office for me she said he had been coughing & complaining of a headache. Then when I felt his forehead he was a bit warm. I immediately started thinking, "Please no more!!" Because see just in 2 months Landry & Andee had strep, Landry had to have 13 stitches & they've both had colds before the strep. Wait that's not all...we get into the jeep & I get a text from our sitter saying that she couldn't babysit the next afternoon! I was like, "REALLY? WHAT ELSE?!!" I mean seriously!! Because see unlike many people that I know with kids we don't have just a ton of sitter options. AND my parents were gone so I was wound a little tight by this time. But just wait...we get to the studio, walk in the door for class & Andee immediately balls up in the floor on her knees. She didn't want me sitting with any other little girl. She didn't want to stretch. She didn't want to be a butterfly. Then she started throwing a small fit because I tried to ignore her & help with the other girls. Mrs. Shawn turned to me & told me that we could just go home. I was so embarrassed. Then on top of that she screams the whole way home & Landry is crying because she's making his head hurt even worse. Anyone want to trade jobs with me for a day?! ;)
Yeah, so as you can imagine I was about ready to pull my hair out. When we got home I gave Landry some motrin & a damp washcloth & sent him to bed to rest. Then I made Alexandrea lay her tail down. Of course, she wasn't going back to sleep...no way. But thank goodness she calmed down. I made her a snack & sat her down to cartoons & I plopped down in my oversized chair. I just sat there...Landry woke up, I got he & Andee a popsicle and went back to the chair and...sat there. I think I even went to bed at like a few minutes before 9:00 that night!
Anyway, over the next few days as I thought about my Monday & even spoke to a friend & the sweet lady that I work for at the studio about the goings on of that awful day I caught myself feeling quite guilty. I mean, who in the world was I to be feeling so sorry for myself? Who am I to complain to anyone about what I've had "to go through"? I have a beautiful family, an amazing husband who adores me & our children, two of the most rambunctious but beautiful & smart kids ever who are so healthy (other than your seasonal cold, etc.), I have been blessed to be at home to watch my children grow, discover, learn & have time with them that no one can replace, I am healthy, my husband is healthy, we pay our bills, we aren't starving...what more could I possibly ask for? In a world where things can go wrong instantly I have been so blessed to have them go, for the most part, so right. Even when I didn't plan them to go this way.
As I drove home from gym class that Thursday practicing my song for the cantata I felt tears begin to roll down my cheeks. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you...that's all I could get out. Just...thank you. And I could feel the smile on my heavenly father's face as He reached down & pulled my chin up & said, "You're so very welcome my child."
The next time you get so bogged down in an "oh poor me" meltdown like I did that Monday please try to catch yourself & stop to think about allllll that God has blessed you with when we surely don't deserve any blessings at all and don't ever forget that your situation could be much, much worse.
Most people dread Monday...the start of a new "work" week...back to the daily grind. Mondays are not really that big a deal to me seeing as that I'm a "stay-at-home" mom. They usually come & go without much agony in our home. However, last Monday was just a little different. Mess, it was a lot different! I had to fill in at the office for mom since she & dad were away trying to catch a little break. This was not a big deal because I do that every time they're away. The "ugh" of Monday came when we left & headed to town to run a few errands. Nothing really "happened" during this time. We didn't have an accident, didn't have to wait in any long lines for anything, nothing. But have you ever just been going along about your business then all of a sudden you let your mind get away from you & a little switch gets turned on? The switch that triggers the worry which then triggers the anxiety & fretting which then triggers the "OH MY WORD!! WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO?!" freak out mode. Well, that's what "happened" to me that Monday. Andee & I made it home and to be honest, I can't even really remember what we did next. The next thing I do remember is sitting in Adam's chair crying, praying & texting a few friends that I thought may be able to "help."
All too quickly it was time to wake up Andee from her nap, get her dressed for dance (because since CeeCee wasn't home to pick her up on Tuesday she was going to have to go with me to the class I help with), then pick up Landry early from school so we could get to Philly for class at 2:45. When the teacher brought Landry to the office for me she said he had been coughing & complaining of a headache. Then when I felt his forehead he was a bit warm. I immediately started thinking, "Please no more!!" Because see just in 2 months Landry & Andee had strep, Landry had to have 13 stitches & they've both had colds before the strep. Wait that's not all...we get into the jeep & I get a text from our sitter saying that she couldn't babysit the next afternoon! I was like, "REALLY? WHAT ELSE?!!" I mean seriously!! Because see unlike many people that I know with kids we don't have just a ton of sitter options. AND my parents were gone so I was wound a little tight by this time. But just wait...we get to the studio, walk in the door for class & Andee immediately balls up in the floor on her knees. She didn't want me sitting with any other little girl. She didn't want to stretch. She didn't want to be a butterfly. Then she started throwing a small fit because I tried to ignore her & help with the other girls. Mrs. Shawn turned to me & told me that we could just go home. I was so embarrassed. Then on top of that she screams the whole way home & Landry is crying because she's making his head hurt even worse. Anyone want to trade jobs with me for a day?! ;)
Yeah, so as you can imagine I was about ready to pull my hair out. When we got home I gave Landry some motrin & a damp washcloth & sent him to bed to rest. Then I made Alexandrea lay her tail down. Of course, she wasn't going back to sleep...no way. But thank goodness she calmed down. I made her a snack & sat her down to cartoons & I plopped down in my oversized chair. I just sat there...Landry woke up, I got he & Andee a popsicle and went back to the chair and...sat there. I think I even went to bed at like a few minutes before 9:00 that night!
Anyway, over the next few days as I thought about my Monday & even spoke to a friend & the sweet lady that I work for at the studio about the goings on of that awful day I caught myself feeling quite guilty. I mean, who in the world was I to be feeling so sorry for myself? Who am I to complain to anyone about what I've had "to go through"? I have a beautiful family, an amazing husband who adores me & our children, two of the most rambunctious but beautiful & smart kids ever who are so healthy (other than your seasonal cold, etc.), I have been blessed to be at home to watch my children grow, discover, learn & have time with them that no one can replace, I am healthy, my husband is healthy, we pay our bills, we aren't starving...what more could I possibly ask for? In a world where things can go wrong instantly I have been so blessed to have them go, for the most part, so right. Even when I didn't plan them to go this way.
As I drove home from gym class that Thursday practicing my song for the cantata I felt tears begin to roll down my cheeks. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you...that's all I could get out. Just...thank you. And I could feel the smile on my heavenly father's face as He reached down & pulled my chin up & said, "You're so very welcome my child."
The next time you get so bogged down in an "oh poor me" meltdown like I did that Monday please try to catch yourself & stop to think about allllll that God has blessed you with when we surely don't deserve any blessings at all and don't ever forget that your situation could be much, much worse.
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