This is a "steal magnolias" post.
My day (yesterday) started with SweetTate walking into my room, wet from neck to toe! I striped him down, cleaned him up, and got a new diaper. Then I went to his room to change the sheets, but his bed was completely dry.
How could he be that wet and his bed be totally dry? About that time SweetDoll said, "Eew!" as she leaned on Brother's bed--SweetTate had gotten on Brother's bed and it was all wet. So I started stripping the bed and cleaning the carpet. I went into my bathroom to get a rag for the carpet job and found SweetTate spraying bathroom cleaner all over the bathroom! Finally got ALL that cleaned up and got breakfast ready. Thankfully I had just put the lid back on the very full bottle of purple grape juice because SweetTate pushed it off the cabinet! Then SweetDoll proceded to spill the milk in her cereal. To which I responded in a loud, stern, frustrated mom voice, "Sit down, eat your breakfast, and stop goofin' off!" SweetDoll replied in a loud, stern, frustrated daughter voice, "Is that the way you talk to your daughter?"
We finally made it through breakfast. Mom called to tell me something that I checked out online (more on that in a minute). While I was on the computer, I heard sounds in the bathroom. I found SweetTate picking up a wad of toilet paper out of the potty, sqeezing it, and dropping it back in the potty. I really think he dropped it because I scared him when I yelled, "Gross! Gross! Gross!" (I'm praying it was clean water that he put clean paper in there!) Got that all cleaned up...again gross! Later I was holding him and kissed his forhead and his hair was wet. I thought
Oh, I hope that was just sweat! And it wasn't even lunchtime yet!
Mom had called to see if I had heard the news about Steven Curtis Chapman's family. His baby daughter,
Maria, who just turned 5 was killed in a car accident. Their story was so similar to our
family's that I was just sad all day and cried several times. As I recounted my day to SweetHeart, I laughed about it. And then cried because I'm sure my Mom, as well as the Chapman family, would treasure another potty diving day, and I spent the day being frustrated with my kids.
Two songs come to mind. One is by
2Moms called "These Days"
(chorus)These days are here, these days are now.Help us treasure every day somehow.Don't look back or up ahead, but live and love today.These days are here, and then they're gone.Help us be content they won't last long.For we only have these days.And Steven Curtis Chapman's "Cinderella". The funeral is tomorrow. Please pray for the children who inspired this, the momma who loves them, and the daddy who penned these words...
She spins and she swaysTo whatever song playsWithout a care in the worldAnd I'm sitting here wearingThe weight of the world on my shouldersIt's been a long dayAnd there's still work to doShe's pulling at me saying, "Dad I need youThere's a ball at the castle and I've been invitedAnd I need to practice my dancingOh please, Daddy please"So I will dance with CinderellaWhile she is here in my arms'Cause I know something the prince never knewOh, I will dance with CinderellaI don't want to miss even one song'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnightAnd she'll be gone...No matter if it is going to college, getting married, or going to heaven "all too soon the clock will strike midnight" so enjoy today with your kids, even if it is just over the phone. :)
I've been reading other's blogs about this. One just said "no words" can express my feelings.
The Preacher's Wife had a very good post that blessed me.
Lysa TerKeurst lost her sister also and put words to the "deep grief."