Have you ever woke up feeling great, thinking that today everything is going work out just right? Thinking that the kids are going to be angels and that you are going to be the perfect mother and housewife? Well today was one of those days. I woke ready for a wonderful day. In fact, as I was getting up, carrying Pear into the kitchen for her breakfast at 6:30am, I said to her, "we're going to have a good day today." We proceeded to the kitchen. I gave Pear her muffin and milk, made Stephen's latte and got his muffins together so that he could take his breakfast to go and then sat down to eat my own.
So far so good. My day was on to a good start! I had a bright idea. "Today is an excellent day to potty train Pear." I showed her the new Gerber training panties I recently purchased and told her she could where them. I emphasized how soft they were and that she could be a big girl like Taffi and Libbi (her aunts) and go pee-pee on the potty. "Kay!" she said with excitement. Throughout the morning I set her on the potty a couple of different times for about 15 minutes each time. We read books, talked and waited. Nothing came. Oh well. Jovie went down for a nap. This meant time for me to squeeze in a shower. I put Pear in the tub and took my shower. Upon getting Pear out of the tub, I put her on the potty to try to go. Of course, still nothing. We put the panties back on. Within about 2 minutes of getting her dressed I hear her say "big peeps!" I run in to see that she went "peeps" on the ground. "That's okay," I say. "We'll try again next time. But she didn't want to try again next time. She wanted a diaper on. I again emphasized how great the panties are but she refused. She wanted a diaper and she didn't want to go "peeps" on the potty.
Jovie woke up, and I moved on to my next task: making dinner. Yes, it was only 10:00 am at this point. I got a pot roast in the oven. Played with the girls some more, fed Pear her lunch, made Stephen lunch, put Jovie down for her next nap, put Pear down for her nap and had a few moments of sanity. I made myself a salted caramel hot chocolate and sat down to read The Shaping of Things to Come. When the girls awoke, we ventured out to the park nearby. Yes it was cold but it was gorgeous outside. While there, Jovie decided that she needed to spit up almost everything she had previously eaten and then have a disastrous bowel movement. It was then time to go home to clean her up.
We got home, I cleaned Jovie up and then I went in to check on the roast. Ugh! All of the liquid had evaporated! It wasn't completely ruined but was definitely on the dryer side. I continued on with the rest of dinner preparations. Pear helped me make biscuits and she washed the potatoes. Dinner was ready for Stephen when he came home but let me tell you, this wasn't a June Cleaver housewife with dinner just perfect on the table!
I spent much of my day cleaning but my house still looks as though a tornado overtook it. I have done 3 loads in the dishwasher and I still have a couple of pots to wash. I have a couch full of laundry to fold. The list goes on and on and on!
Oh well! This is life, right? It's not necessarily a bad day. But, it certainly isn't the day I pictured when I woke up this morning. The life of a mother and housewife is difficult at times but somehow, I managed to make a couple of sweet girls smile and laugh. I even had Stephen laughing over my frustration with my pot roast this evening. Seeing the ones I love so much happy makes it all so worth it. And now, thinking of it, I am excited for tomorrow, even if it is repetition of today! God has blessed me and I AM blessed! I truly love my job.