A Little Insta-Blogging

Yesterday I posted this photo and caption on Instagram:





Oh my goodness, this has been a day. I attempted to wake up early for some quiet time, and couldn't even get out of the kitchen before I spotted a little shadowy form watching me from the hallway. Got her back to bed, spilled my tea. Managed to get through a couple chapters of the Bible before two of the kids were awake. Got them to bed again. Came up later to find they were NOT in bed, but had been painting the walls with their watercolors. Find mess, clean, repeat, all.morning.long. Naptime! Finished some blogging chores. I was just about to sit down with a book and some lunch (ie. that plate of cucumbers and peppermint tea, cravings brought to you by #babynumberfour ), but I hear them up there again. #dayinthelife #threeunderfour #lovethemalwaysthough 


Yesterday was crazy, guys.  It was probably one of the messiest days I've had as a mom - and by messiest, I mean that I was constantly cleaning up messes!  It seemed like every time I turned around, one of the kids was getting into something.  Even during what I thought was nap time, I came upstairs to find that the kids had been scattering toys about their rooms when I was blissfully unaware.

I'm really not one of those insane clean freaks, normally.  I've been known to make and leave messy areas around the house myself.  But the unexpected messes.  They bother me.  At least they did yesterday.

I wish I could say I handled it all with grace and kind words, but that would be a lie.  I was frustrated, and it showed.

I was thinking about it this morning, and you know what?  This morning has been lovely so far.  Granted I haven't been upstairs to see what the kids are doing at the moment, but still.  This morning it is easy to remember that I love this.  I love this mom job.  I would so much rather be home cleaning up my kids messes than anywhere else.

Because even on the bad days, Wyatt asks if he can give me a kiss, and Gwen comes running to me for comfort when she is hurt, and Clyde falls asleep in my arms on the couch.  Every job has frustrating moments, but I don't know another job that has as many rewards to compensate as this one does.



Every day is fresh, with no mistakes in it, and God's mercies are new every morning.  Even for messes, and moms who in the midst of the chaos sometimes forget how incredibly blessed they are.

(Bonus if you know where the first part of that last paragraph came from - only one of my favorite books ever.)

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5 comments

  1. I hear ya! [And I believe it's Anne of Green Gables?]

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  2. Sometimes I wish kids had a device that let them know when they were about to cross from "creative chaos" into the dangerzone! Especially when doing an art project. Fingerpainting is cute at first...then it crosses into just plain messy....then all the muddy painty water goes all over the floor and everything is suddenly out of control! But apparently they weren't born knowing that's a bad thing...definitely hard to be patient about that sometimes. :/

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  3. Yep, I totally agree! Eventually they'll start to develop that sense of when they should stop doing something, right?

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  4. You got it! I love that book. :-)

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