Monday... Funday? Um not so much. So the morning seemed to run smooth but it all went down hill in the afternoon. I ran to my husbands school to get him a book, went to the market and got us home in time for a nap.
I laid Noah Asher down for his nap and crawled into bed with my book. A chapter in, Ok maybe a few sentences in I crashed out. I was asleep only long enough to hear my door bell ring like three times. I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs, and opened the door to my mailman. “ shhh, I said my son is sleeping, he looked at me with my bed head and said sorry like he was supposed to know I had a toddler napping.
On the way up to my room, I thought to myself i should make a do not disturb sign and put it out when Noah is napping. Is that rude? Lets try this again, this time I crashed out after 20 minutes of praying.. Ok maybe after a minute of praying. Ten minutes into my first dream I heard this little voice saying “MOM”. I should have known by the tone of this little voice that nap time wasn't long enough and this afternoon can go very hairy if I pick him up premature. Yes this is what us moms of toddlers have to think about. After hearing my name called for about 5 minutes, against my better judgement I picked him up.
Glancing at the clock I realized I had only two hours to get the bed made, house cleaned up, have snack time and get dinner ready before my husband got home. I think that some one paid Noah to do everything possible to sabotage moms plan and operation. Lets see we went through 20 minutes of crying for a different snack, and have you ever tried to make a bed with a monkey hanging around your neck. Then he tried to take me out completely when I was cooking by straddling my legs in an effort to get me to pick him up. Had I not had raw chicken on my hands he might have won the battle!
By 530 the house was cleaned, dinner was ready and we opened the door for daddy. His safe refuge was set and ready for him to come home and relax. I greeted him with a smile and I almost felt the little “bling” on the side of my mouth like June Cleaver. Noah no longer had running boogies and red eyes. His hair combed and parted to the side like a little angel. He had no idea the frantic frenzy that went on before he got home!
It seemed like it took 2 hours to make dinner and it took the boys 15 minutes to eat it :(
Sometimes I wonder If I make it look easy. I wonder if when my hubby comes home if he thinks this house runs like a well oiled machine? Which is FAR from it! By the time I got some me time on the treadmill which was about 7pm I had already felt like I had a workout.
I remember somewhere in my day thinking “what doesn't kill me only makes me stronger” hahah ok so it wasn't that serious, but Im just saying. The funny part is I crawled into bed at the end of my night and I read Proverbs 31 which just happened to be about the virtuous wife.. Are you kidding me, why does she pop up when I think that I have mastered the art of a homemaker. How can we ever live up to her standards? I am not sure but Im going to pray about it and blog about her tomorrow because I know one. Yes there is some out there. They are rare and I hope to be one.. one day!
Knowing that in the chaos there is many blessings,
Monica
I can totally picture your June Cleaver look! I sometimes, think how on earth can busy moms have anytime to spend "their" time w/Jesus. This is sometime that I enjoy in my single life right now. Willing to sit at the feet of my Jesus whenever I want. But being a busy mom and a wife, you make it look so easy =)
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