I seem to be having a lot of these lately; days that I wonder, "could this get any harder?" Days that I feel like I'm not cutting it and I don't have enough patience to do the job I've been blessed with. Yet I persevere. I'm not miserable. I am so happy! I love being a wife and mother and I love my girls but here's a snapshot of a day in my life:
Jovie's tired, it's almost time for a nap. Pear is getting restless; we've been home all day and it's just about time for Stephen to get home from work. I'm tired, worn out and restless due to the previous reasons. We go into Pears bedroom. Pear begins jumping on the bed. She asks, "mommy, Jovie bounce too?" I put Jovie on the bed and start bouncing her gently. Pear decides to let go of the railing and bounce onto her bottom. She then lands right on the edge of the bed, rolls back and lands smack on her head. I lay Jovie down to go and comfort Pear who is now screaming. Jovie manages to roll off of the bed and is now screaming too. I lay Pear on the bed to go comfort Jovie. At this point I can't help but laugh as I think of how clearly this demonstrates the chaos of my everyday life.
Basically, repeat this scenario about 20 times maybe change it up a little but that about sums up what I go through in a day.