I ran into the room so baby boy could not catch up and come get me…
No, I wasn’t playing.
I was hiding and not wanting to be found. *just for a few minutes*
I heard the door unlock and my stomach knots tighten, my face turns hot and my breaths shorted. My husband had come in to say bye for the night. He failed at keeping the kids out, so he had to shoo they away to play with big sister. I was wiped!
I wanted to rest…
Then he did the best thing anyone could… He asked if he could pray and that is all I could receive at the moment. My eyes flooded with tears as I thought of parenting all five for the night alone.
I had a flicker of hope unlike minutes before… then I walked out the door a few minutes later to a mess…
I saw whites and yellows patterned between the rugs in our livingroom…mostly on the hardwood.
I saw one child with the large bag of shredded cheese and then I saw the carton of 18 count eggs torn in half. 17 eggs strewn across the floor of the livingroom and one just a line in it. AH!! I called attention to my eight year old and my three year old chuckled. I ask if she did that… she said, ” Mordecai did that.” My heart raced! I, of course, took pictures! And sent a text to my husband! I rush to grab baking soda and vinegar and towels and whatever I could think of…
My eight year old so fascinated with the texture of egg whites and yolk melded on the floor as I tried push-mopping it together… I let her play a minute while I rushed about… looking back, my heart didn’t race and I my mouth did strike my kids. I reminded my three year old that she wasn’t allowed in the refrigerator because baby brother likes to pull things out of there…
We creatively cleaned up the livingroom in a record-breaking fifteen minutes with some bubbling of baking soda and vinegar then some alcohol spray… and another wipe. All ended well…
Glory…
there wasn’t much there
However, parenting is refining.
{Anything that makes us need Jesus is a gift} -Nancy DeMoss Wolgemuth
From the hurt and burning hot tears of stress, anxiety and fear to the sitting and resting. I am thankful that in it all, I am never alone.
Tonight, I set my worries and flurries into a box and put the lid on it and set it before the cross. Here you go, Lord. I am thankful for all my five, I am thankful for our home, I am thankful for our doggie, I am thankful for my husband (there’s not order or hierarchy… this is simply a list)… I am thankful for the messes and the stresses because, I’ve needed him more. What a blessing.
Abundant Mommyhood 