Typically about 4pm I have spent all my energy and pure routine gets me though the rest of the evening before the kids go to bed.
Yesterday was no different except that hubby gave me a task to complete in the kitchen that I was spending some extra time and energy on, and packing a bag of clothes for the kids to stay with their aunt and uncle once I go to the hospital to have this kiddo, and for some reason my son was SUPER clingy and fussy . . . I was REALLY running on fumes.
Then my 3 year old informs me "Got the hair out of my eyes!"
Which translated to . . . I gave myself a half mullet, mom! . . . I tried to work it out, fix it up BUT that is one area where I have NO talent, and I can't say I improved anything . . .
By the time my hubby got home, I was in tears, the kitchen was a mess, and there was hair everywhere in the living room.
But that was then . . .
This morning started off great!
It was pure delight signing for the deaf worship at church, the songs were up-beat, meaningful and familiar enough to me so that I could express them well for the deaf . . .
It was great . . .
Since my novice hair stylist has been battling diarrhea since Thursday and going through diapers like crazy during the night, we had to do an emergency run to the Wal-Mart here in Mexico after church since we were down to NONE, not one extra diaper for our boy.
We were all having a fun time, my kids quite used to not being able to afford anything, we are PRO window shoppers . . . . when . . .
Right in the middle of the pink girly aisle my little boy, who up tell now was laying down in the cart since it would otherwise be his normal nap time, he sits up and did "the burp".
You mama's all know the burp I'm talking about . . . the "reversing gears" 30 second warning that you better move anything you don't want to buy . . .
We were caught unprepared . . . and as I told dad "Uh oh, he's gonna blow!" My boy chirped in the Wal - Mart aisle.
Isn't that just classic. I feel like I just passed through some mothering rite of passage.
And right there in the same shopping center as Wal-Mart in Ensenada is Home Depo, and my hubby needed to get some things there . . . by this time I'm exhausted, boy only wants to be cuddled in my arms and even little Missy is content to wait in the car for dad.
I mentioned that she is battling diarrhea, right? Well, guess what was next. . .
Sure enough she's got to go NOW . . . and I am in no condition to run, much less with a 32 lbs spouting boy on my belly . . . so I instruct her *SHHHHHHHHH* to go to that little tree there between the cars . . .
IT WAS AN EMERGENCY!!!!!
But we are home now . . . *WHEW*!!!!!
Tierra Firma has never smelled so sweet . . . ehem, let me take that back, it CERTAINLY has smelled sweeter . . I mean it has never felt so good! Even if little boy has developed the leak-right-through-the-diaper-all-over-the-carpet-diarrhea that his sister had, and a bright red butt to boot . . .
He's sleeping, she's watching "Curious George" for the second time in a row, and even Hubby is napping.
I told you this morning worship was a blessing to me . . . and the Joy remains . . .
I may not feel like doing the dishes for today and the ones that I didn't do last night, nor do I feel much like hanging up the load of laundry that waits for me . . .
But I've got that peace . . . the peace that really does pass all understanding . . .
So, I'll call this a good day.
How 'bout you?