But as I sit here in quiet with my coffee...I can honestly say...Monday was one of the worst days I've had in a long time. There was a bloody lip (mine), a crashed iPhone (also mine), tears (Owen Cooper and mine) and just general mayhem...tantrums, fighting and disagreements. Food strewn on my floors, poop in bathtubs and a big ol' mess of life's finest parenting moments you never really see coming until they are charging like a freight train through your day. I joke a lot about chaotic days and craziness. However, Monday she definitely took the cake. This morning though, I'm not going to go into it all in detail. Because even amidst the chaos that was, there was good in it. There were sweet moments and kisses and love. Though I barely noticed those things they were there. They were there. In the in between. Regardless, yesterday was a fresh start. And yesterday was so.much.better. I mean a complete 180 from the day before. This morning even two days later...I'm just so thankful for sleep, for new days and a chance to do it all over again. Thankful Monday wasn't my last or the norm in our house...and that my family got to get up and try again the next day. That I got a chance to do better. To be better. Thankful that this day is one I can say we've survived. And like anything else...how can you appreciate the perfectly wonderful days without a little reminder of how sweet they really are??
This blog has always been a way to chronicle my journey with my family. What kind of archivist would I be if I didn't give a nod to the rough days we spend? To have some kind of thoughts about them. To appreciate them for what they are.
So anyway...the whole point of this post was a reminder to myself. One day I'll look back on these days with my boys and ache for them back. Bloody lips, crashed phones and all. And I KNOW this. Without a doubt. Even the crazy days that leave me counting down bedtime to the second. And while I doubt I'll ever forget that Cooper has now single-handedly crashed 3 electronic devices worth $500 or more a piece, I also don't want to forget our adventures. Because boy oh boy is it an adventure some days. But the most amazing part? Surviving those days makes me love more fiercely. Enjoy the everyday goodnesses more...and teaches me about my failures and imperfections. It's ok to have those days. I don't think I'd be human to admit otherwise. And it's even sweeter when those days are followed up by the kind of days that remind you why you became a parent in the first place. And oh by the way, your kids do love you and were not body snatched by Satan to take over the planet.
Sweet Momma am I glad Monday is over. And Sweet Momma and I'm glad that I get to be these guys Momma. They are amazing creatures...even when they dump phones in soda cups, whack me with swords, pour olive oil on kitchen rugs and leave poop in my bathtub....all in one day.
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