Freezing Bad Days

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There’s a guarantee in life to have bad days. The truth is that you just happen to forget that guarantee until the day is there, smacking you in the face over and over again.

Tuesday I woke up to a beautiful morning and thought it might be a good time to take the girls fishing. I went upstairs to get clothes for Princess Newbie and noticed that a nuclear bomb had gone off in the older two girl’s bedroom.  I sent them upstairs to clean it right quick while I got dressed. Thirty minutes later I went back up to see the progress but wasn’t able to find any. In fact every single time I went upstairs it was worse. How does that happen when they are supposed to be cleaning it up? The wonders never cease. It was a rough morning of yelling to the point of hoarseness (yes I yell) while they played harder and harder by the minute.

Finally it came to the point where we still had to do school, their room was a disaster and so was the bathroom by now, and so there was no time for them to go to gymnastics or their swim team practice. Those things are a privelage, school is mandatory.  Surprisingly they still played and goofed around, not really caring. It was hard for me to see. It was even harder for me to see them totally ignoring me. We sat down to do school and even then it was hard. Princess Goofy took 1 1/2 hours to do her handwriting lesson, which was simply copying one scripture.  Her handwriting was so sloppy that I told her she has to do it again tomorrow.

I would have banged my head against the wall repeatedly but I had lost all feeling in my extremities thanks to one of the kids setting the A/C to 45! Add that  to the fact that the resident potty training human peed on the couch and the resident potty training canine pooped on the dining room floor while I watched, stunned.

While cooking dinner I put my hand down on the hot baking sheet that the biscuits were on and bacon grease popped and burned my arm. Then the resident potty training human had another accident and I started digging around in my closet for my straight jacket.

Finally Damion arrived home and tended to the stressed out angry mama. He put the girls to bed and I went for a drive.

Driving down the road I wondered why it’s so hard for them to listen to me and why they refuse to obey.  The funny thing is that I think it’s a conversation that God could be having with me. Why do I refuse to listen to Him and why am I always refusing to obey?

I guess the truth of it is that there’s just a bunch of hard headed mini Bobbie’s running around this joint. So determined to do things their own way and make the best of it while doing it. I’m going to still get angry and mad on days like these. But now I know that it’s my job to teach them the limits that God has put forth and how they benefit us, even when we want to rebel against them.

There’s other things on my mind tonight, heavier things that I don’t want to go into right now. Just know that Mother’s Day isn’t easy for everyone. It’s going to be hard for a lot of people such as a friend of mine that lost her only daughter this year or a friend that is estranged from her mother. It’s hard for some. So while you’re planning all wonderful mother’s day crafts, think of them and how you can reach out to them this Mother’s Day.

 Freezing Bad Days

Bobbie

Bobbie is a homeschooling mom of three girls in the Houston area. Although most of her days are spent scrubbing up paint or ungluing her fingers, occasionally she also takes the time to burn dinner.
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  1. I luv u, and your stories and your crazy lovely life. The loveliness and beauty is in the crazy. U can’t have one without the other. Rock on sister.

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