One Day Last Week

Last week I had a nice Proverbs 31 woman type of day. I woke before my alarm and had plenty of time to dress and get breakfast started before the children got up. I made lattes for my husband and I and we had a lovely breakfast as a family before he left for work.

I sang as I washed the dishes and fixed Jasmine’s hair first thing so she wouldn’t look scruffy all day.

The children played nicely together and I planned a fun little art project that we all did once the older two had finished their school, and I felt like a Fun Mom.

Ariel brought me her dollies to be wrapped in blankets and then sweetly rocked them while she sang in adorable non-words. I watched her, thinking how sweet she was.

The next day I awoke to the sound of Oscar crying loudly in his bed, and after comforting him about his nightmare I could not go back to sleep. Finally I dragged myself to the bathroom to start the day, feeling cross and out of sorts with the world in general.

I forgot to make Andy his lunch until he was ready to leave, and then realized I had no bread to make sandwiches with. Finally I just sent some leftovers that hopefully wouldn’t taste too bad cold, but meanwhile Ariel had dropped her bowl of breakfast upside down on the floor and someone else had spilled the salt shaker acrossthe table.

The dogs barked more than I thought was necessary, none of the children would play outside for more than five minutes, and the kitchen floor stuck to my socks when I walked across it.

Eventually quiet time came and when my littlest ones were asleep I dropped wearily in a chair with a sigh.

Each day is it’s own, and sometimes one can be a lot harder than another. But time marches on and life is made up of the good days and the hard. Thank God for a fresh start tomorrow.

‘The real test of Motherhood is not in one day’s triumph, but every day’s commitment, the consistency of mothering the week after. And the next month. And for years into the future. One day at a time.’ – Sheila Petre