It's Wednesday. That means it's the middle of the week - things should be looking up, right?
I knew it was going to be a rough day when the baby woke up at 4 a.m. I tried to ignore but he was knocking on his door screaming, "Mom! Mom! Want out!" I gave in and opened his door. He sat in the middle of his floor with his entourage of stuffed animals: Pooh bear, turtle, bat, a pillow pet. Scooping him up I brought him into bed with me ( I know, I know, a major Dr. Spock no-no. Whatever.) I don't think either of us ever really went back to sleep.
One child offered to make pancakes for the family, which was lovely. Except the dishwasher had not been run because I forgot to get dish washing detergent while at the Dollar General yesterday. So there were dishes to be done, which put everyone off. Ugh.
So off I went to our local CVS to by a few necessities. Can I just say hooray for Extra Bucks? I returned home to find that my ready-to-please children had been replaced by very cranky people. People who think it's fun to run in the house while screaming at each other. People who think its fun to make the baby laugh by ringing the door bell. Repeatedly. At 8 a.m. Ugh.
I sat down to eat breakfast and all of the Shepherd kids disappeared, minus the baby who just wanted to camp out on my lap whilst eating my breakfast and simultaneously dumping it all over me. The big kids all think that if they lay low I'll forget about homeschool. So I flushed them out by offering the choice of folding 4 loads of laundry or getting started on the days work. Much grumbling, eye-rolling and looks of contempt was followed by said children doing their school work. Ugh.
I returned to the kitchen to discover that Liam had dumped my coffee on the kitchen table. The kitchen table that was covered in school work for the day, which was now covered in my coffee. Ugh.
As we started to get some school underway everyone voiced their complaints. Everything from headaches, stomachaches, and hangnails were keeping these kids from doing their best. Meanwhile the toddler was trying to ride the dog by way of her neck while wielding a soup ladle at anyone who tried to stop him. Ugh.
All I could think about was the retreat that I missed on Friday because I was sick. I was so looking forward to that time away. I needed that time away. A bed by myself, a shower by myself, only adult voices, someone else cooking, Going to the bathroom alone! How bad of an injury must one have to get a 24 hour hospital stay?
Today this Wednesday definitely feels like a hump day. Like a camel's hump. Like I'm on the camel's hump for a 100 mile trek through the desert with a troupe of well-trained torturers.
Here's to riding it out!
"But the Holy Spirit produces this kind of fruit in ourlives:love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. There is no law against these things." Galations 5:22-23