Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

 
 
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This week was a week. It was a week chalk full of, “Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day” kind of days. 

You all know those weeks. Every day running into the next. For starters Emma has been struggling with a fall cold. Which means she is waking up every single night around 3/4 am and when she wakes up in the middle of the night she will absolutely NOT go back to sleep in her own bed. No matter what we do, or what we try. We have alternated sitting up with her, rocking her, rubbing her back, singing for 2+ hours. And in the end, she always ends up in our bed.

Which can be good times right? Those of you who have ever had the joy nay the privilege of having a toddler share your bed knows exactly what I am talking about.

  • The kicking.
  • Pulling covers.
  • Constant never ending moving, shifting, rolling, nudging.
  • Until finally, this small creature who weighs less then a sack of potatoes has literally (not figuratively hear me out) literally kicked you out of your own bed. It should be noted here that I have a King bed. A KING BED!

Needless to say. This week of all weeks was made complete by a parents main ingredient for success – LACK OF SLEEP 

So running on fumes I began a week filled to the brim with overwhelming stress. Although I do enjoy my job and feel that I am exactly where God has called me to be, some days are so overwhelmingly stressful – and this week just happened to be filled with ‘those days’.

I began each day with grit in my eyes and didn’t get home until nearly 9 pm each night with even more grit.

By the time Friday arrived I felt that I was dropping balls in every corner of my world.

 

To make matters worse – I hadn’t been able to spend any quality time with Wado. I was out for work every night, and when Friday finally arrived he had to work and didn’t get home until after 10pm.

This morning I woke up determined that today would be the day that we would take a moment to just breathe. To connect as a family and slow down. My racing heart and mind needed peace, calm.

I needed to look away from the insurmountable laundry piles, the fruit flies that have descended upon my kitchen due in no small part to the intense stickiness of my floors I am certain.

We packed up a picnic lunch and took off to the park. The kids were ecstatic. we packed up Jude’s bike and Emma’s wagon and off we went on an adventure.

It cost us nothing.
And gave us immeasurable joy.

We found this amazing spot down by the water where we sat, refreshed by the breeze off the lake. The sun shinning around us. Emma exclaiming with joy as she spotted birdie after birdie (she calls them all her birdies). Jude zipping around on his bike ‘discovering’ as only a 4 year old boy can do.

I could literally feel my soul being nourished.

I could hear God speaking calming words to me as  I listened to the sounds of the water. and my children’s happy voices.
Jude and Emma by the river 2015
Monday will come again. My job is still there. More late nights and meetings are in my future. My pile of to do lists have not diminished. The kids will fight again. Wade and I will fight again. Our life in its craziness has not changed.

But for one day. We stopped. We breathed. We listened. And we allowed God to nourish our hearts, our souls with the beauty and peace of His creation.

WadenErin
When the alarm goes off Monday morning I will hold on to today.

Where do you find your moment of peace amidst your own life’s chaos?

Also we ended our day of peace watching the family movie "Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day"

It could not have been cuter or more fitting end of the day!

 

Your turn! Please share your own stories/words of wisdom :)