Today, I have had ZERO adult conversation, didn't brush my teeth until 2:30, gave up on the idea of taking a shower, ate (or I should say drank) 2 meals consisting of Slim-Fast and a handful of animal crackers, yelled a little too loudly at Eli for breaking his sister's tiara, fed my children chicken noodle soup from a can for supper and managed to squeeze in some "me" time which allowed me to read 4 whole pages of my Beth Moore book (at this rate, I'll finish by November) . I would've taken everyone outside for fresh air, but that would've sent my allergies into a tailspin that would take me all night to recoup from. And, if I wasn't chasing after Eli (since we STILL don't have a fence), then I'd be picking up EVERY ball that he found in the garage and threw into the yard. So, it's a little simpler to stay inside and go stir crazy.
Well, bedtime is finally here and the chorus of "mommy, mommy, mommy" has died down. Instead of crashing on the couch, I have laundry to put away, floors to sweep, dishes to wash, toys to pick up and yes, a shower to take. But, I'm thankful to be lost in my thoughts and enjoy the blessed sound of silence. Looking back on my day, I don't see all that wears me out...I see all I would've missed had I not been here. I would've missed Micah sitting in the exersaucer for the first time, her first pair of baby leg warmers & her first taste of sweet potatoes. I would've missed Eli saying "sorry" for the first time to his baby sister after breaking her tiara while patting her on the chest over and over. I would've missed reading Pooh's "I See the Sun" book, drawing our whole family on a Magnadoodle, teaching Eli what a bird, pig and chicken say, singing "Jesus Loves Me" and "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star," playing Row, Row, Row Your Boat and Pat-A-Cake with Micah and hearing her giggle, kissing boo boos, snuggling and tickling.
I have a clear calling on my life and that is to stay at home with my children. Although I used to question that, I no longer do. It is one thing I am certain of and one thing that makes me content. I know my children will never look back and remember the day mommy didn't take a shower or brush her teeth until 2:30. They'll remember the songs, the giggles, the time and the love I gave to them. I know that is what I'm going to remember.
Micah's first leg warmers (or Baby Spanx as I call them):
A broken tiara and an apologetic brother:
Our Magnadoodled family:
A sleepy princess:
In awe of seeing images from the soother on the ceiling:
