It was a heck of a day.
I left the house early with the kids this morning because a violent thunderstorm thwarted my plans of grocery shopping yesterday evening, so it had to be done before school since I had nothing to feed them for breakfast or lunch. And since Max had to bum a grilled cheese off his teacher for lunch yesterday, I felt it was pretty important to send him to school with an adequate meal today.
While I shopped, the kids ate donuts (breakfast – check!). Then, when we left the store, I packed their lunch boxes while hunched over trunk of the car (lunch – check!). The school secretary stopped by while I was frantically tearing open boxes and flinging food into their lunchboxes. “One of those mornings, huh?” she said. I smiled, wondered why she was at the grocery store at this hour, and wished to myself that I would have brushed my hair instead of leaving it the remnants of yesterday’s braid.
I loaded the kids up and pulled out of the parking lot only to remember that my car was completely out of gas. I may have squealed the tires as I u-turned into the gas station cursing myself for once again pushing the limit of an empty tank.
Fast forward through dropping the kids at school, going home to unload the groceries, getting ready for work, going to work, going to Tractor Supply on my lunch break to buy dog and goat food, leaving work early to arrive late to Max’s baseball game, the game going into an extra inning, going to eat at 8:00 on a school night, coming home, changing Max’s sheets, putting the kids to bed, doing a load of laundry, cleaning up some random clutter, sitting on the couch crying because I was a nervous wreck all day and took it out on the kids…It was just a long, hard day.
But, a bad day is all about perspective. I saw that on a Hallmark card this morning at Ingles. Don’t ask me why I was in the greeting card aisle when I was in such a rush – I guess I’m just a sucker for cards. Anyway, back to the point – a bad day is all about perspective.
We are healthy and happy. We have a home full of love. I have the most wonderful kids and husband. We are truly blessed.
I actually love my life. Days like this are not ideal, and I don’t like feeling run ragged and still having three loads of clean laundry piled on the loveseat waiting to be folded. But, I love my life.
My prayer is that God will help me find joy in my everyday tasks. I’m not going to become less busy. The list of things that need to be done is really never going to get shorter. I need to be able to find joy in these things. If we grocery shop at 7:00 before school starts, I can make it an adventure for the kids. If we are driving home at 9:00 on a school night instead of tucking the kids in their beds, I can choose to notice the lightening bugs twinkling in the trees instead of stressing about the late hour.
I can sing with my kids. We can do chores together. We can turn mundane tasks into games. I can be joyful.
I can turn a heck of a day into a heck of a day! See what I did there? You know – a heck of a day (bad), into a heck of day (good!).
I don’t pray enough. I take You for granted. You continually bless me, and I go through life stressed and overwhelmed and wrapped up in the things that I need to get done. Please forgive me. Please help me find joy. Please help me focus on your blessings, your love, and the beauty surrounding me. Please help me to stop trying to do everything myself. That only leads to frustration and guilt. Help me to depend on You – to cast my cares on You – to focus my thoughts and my heart on You. Please help me to be who You want me to be. I love You. Thank you for loving me.