Do you ever have those days, that almost as soon as you open your eyes, you think to yourself, "Oh crap.... we're not off to a good start!" Yah....me neither. NOT!
That was this morning. And all my fault. Completely. It started out with me staying up way, way, WAY too late last night. And I even said before I went to sleep, "Tomorrow's gonna be rough!" Now you may argue that I brought it on myself. And I partially did. But really? On those days, don't you just wish that everything would run smoothly, you could put yourself on autopilot, until the afternoon (at least in our house), when you can then usually find a moment (or 6) to get yourself sorted out? That definitely wasn't how things went down this morning in the Goerzen Household of Girls. Art stopped in for lunch, took one look at me, and asked. "Rough morning?"....
However, in the midst of it all, when I have reason to pout and pitch a fit, I still have a choice. Am I choosing to take the high road, and deal with things as they come up in a mature manner, or am I going to give in to my emotions and throw myself on the floor, weeping and wailing. Truth be told, today I did a little bit of both.
This all sounds so dramatic, and really, it wasn't too big of a deal. Some issues arose this morning, but it's just a reminder of how constant parenting really is. It's definitely a marathon, my friends, and there are times when I think, "I'm not cut out for running marathons! I'm a sprinter!" But God knows. He knows how much I suck at some things. And those are the things that He's refining in me, if I'll let Him. And it's hard and uncomfortable and painful and exhausting. But here's hoping that (one day), I'm the better for it. So I submit. And I apologize to my Girls for my crankiness. And they apologize to me. And we cry. And we hug. And we make waffles for dinner, complete with strawberries and whipped cream and waffle sauce and chocolate.
Because it's been one of those days.