This is the kind of day we have had. I think this just sums it up. John, sitting on the floor of the laundry room, eating lucky charms and saying "ummy" (yummy) when I caught him and asked him what he was doing. I had actually set all of those boxes of cereal out to be thrown away. I was trying to make some space in the pantry, and we aren't big cereal eaters for so many reasons--empty calories anyone?--but every once in a while when the budget is extra tight and the cereal is at a rock bottom price, I do cave and buy a box or two. Anyway...John was too quite for too long, and I had to go check out the situation, and this is what I found. Which, once Ada discovered what he was doing, it turned into a gigantic sibling fight, and I had to jerk the box away and everyone ended up in tears. (Ada and John, I mean, not me;) ) Not good.
So, the day has mostly gone down hill from there. The house is a wreck from the weekend (I have to be extra on top of the house over the weekends or things just spiral quickly), and I woke up in a terrible mood because I did not wake up early as intended. Well, I was woken up at 5 am, with Ada lying beside me in bed crying (she doesn't even wake me up in the middle of the night; she just climbs in), and she explained that she had had a bad dream. So it took a while for either of us to go back to sleep, so I kissed my 6 am wake up call good-bye. And I spent most of the morning having a pity party for myself over the size of my little house. There are a few things that are put on hold right now due to the size of our house, and I am not having the best attitude about it today. But, it was so encouraging for me to hear that other moms, who most likely live in more normal size homes (I should say American normal, because goodness knows this house is a mansion compared to a lot of the world!!), also have a hard time waking up before their children...so, really, it's just the way life goes with young children and really has nothing to do with the house I am living in. The house that really has been mostly a blessing, I should add, I just have a bad attitude today. It's a great little house, and we are very thankful for it, but today I just feel like pitching a fit.
And isn't it funny how our children's moods feed off of our mood? Or at least that is how it works at my house. So, Ada's attitude hasn't been great, and I haven't been kind or gracious, as we all gathered in my tiny kitchen (you can see what I am fixated on today), while I tried to clean it up a bit and go over our memory work at the same time. And Ada couldn't remember a thing, and I was frustrated. And it was sin nature in full force.
So, we have hugged and said I love you, and at this moment, I am allowing Ada and John to indulge in cartoons while I work on CC stuff for tomorrow (in-the-classroom day) and eventually plan to straighten the rest of the house. I don't have the energy this afternoon to "train" the kids in cleaning up with me. Instead, I just need to get the house cleaned up so that the rest of the week won't go so badly.
I'm so thankful for grace. And a new day. Tomorrow is a new day with new mercies. Amen?