Not All Days are Norman Rockwell
There were really hard moments last week. We had talked about, in my Nehemiah Bible Study, the gift of difficulty to gain both perspective and gratitude. Sometimes I wish there were an easier way to re set the outlook!
I had totally messed up my practice drop off times. Wrong child to wrong gym and then back across town for the next, forgetting to plug the croc pot IN and being totally out of bread or any usable starch for a back up plan! The worst part, was snapping the head off the WRONG child. One just happened to be in the laundry path (trying to clean up a bedding accident moments before a sleepy one needed to hit slumber). Others had been uncharacteristically sassy or rude in the midst of the chaos but this one was just simply THERE. Oh the regret in the moment. And then trying to be calm and let the day go in order to rectify the night.
I managed to check in with many of the kids before bed, but not all. There was not a happy ending or a bow tied neatly around the day but we got through it. Kids all ended up at the correct practice. Sheff worked late and finished what he needed to accomplish even if it was late and he has a bandaged hand to show for it. Wonderful Roseville families helped drive athletes home, and others ate scrambled eggs and canned pineapple for dinner.
There will be days like this my mama said, so true. And the perspective often comes the NEXT day or even later on. Gratitude came the following dinner time when I took the croc pot out of the fridge and plugged IN my stew. I let my self off the hook, apologized for being late to some and for being crabby to others, and we let the day go!
I had totally messed up my practice drop off times. Wrong child to wrong gym and then back across town for the next, forgetting to plug the croc pot IN and being totally out of bread or any usable starch for a back up plan! The worst part, was snapping the head off the WRONG child. One just happened to be in the laundry path (trying to clean up a bedding accident moments before a sleepy one needed to hit slumber). Others had been uncharacteristically sassy or rude in the midst of the chaos but this one was just simply THERE. Oh the regret in the moment. And then trying to be calm and let the day go in order to rectify the night.
I managed to check in with many of the kids before bed, but not all. There was not a happy ending or a bow tied neatly around the day but we got through it. Kids all ended up at the correct practice. Sheff worked late and finished what he needed to accomplish even if it was late and he has a bandaged hand to show for it. Wonderful Roseville families helped drive athletes home, and others ate scrambled eggs and canned pineapple for dinner.
There will be days like this my mama said, so true. And the perspective often comes the NEXT day or even later on. Gratitude came the following dinner time when I took the croc pot out of the fridge and plugged IN my stew. I let my self off the hook, apologized for being late to some and for being crabby to others, and we let the day go!
Nate put together a group of magnets for a Instagram post. Mark had asked why I don't put buttons on my coat like some moms do! Nate demonstrated why it would be tricky, too many! Lots of places to go and activities to support, 9 out 10 times we pull it off but there are THOSE days we don't manage "to plug in"
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