Being a stay home mom is the BEST job in the world for me, it is my calling, but that doesn't mean it is always easy, stress free days, filled with eating bon bons. These hard days usually coincide with my husband's travel schedule, the more days he is gone things seem to build up, adding up to a hard days work. Last week I was having one of these days. It didn't help that the weather had been rotten and we hadn't gotten out of the house in a few days, whatever the reason I was on edge, the kids were testing me, and my husband couldn't get home from his 8 day trip soon enough.
As I was cooking dinner that evening my not so good day turned into something of a pity party, wishing my husband was home to help, wishing I could have but a moment of peace. As soon as I am having these moments more often than not the man upstairs will find a way of putting things into perspective for me. My reality check was the thud I heard coming from the great room and the wail of my daughter. My one year-old had climbed up onto the loveseat and had slipped of, thankfully only having a small bruise on her cheek to show for it. Oh it could have been so much worse, giving me something truly worthwhile to worry about. With that the pity party ended and the thankful prayers began, the first one being a prayer of thanks of the ways He has of keeping me in check and aware of just how blessed and protected I am.
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