Yesterday was a no good, terrible, really bad day. I'm not even being the slightest bit dramatic. My kids didn't nap, they created one monstrosity of a mess after another, I had a million things to do and no energy to do them. By the time I was done cleaning up one disaster, they were on to the next. Because the boys didn't nap, they whined and cried all day. Seriously, all day. Does this sound familiar to you other moms? Or do I really have no control?
At one point, I decided to just turn on a movie for them, and *hopefully* relax. I figured I'd edit some photos, go read a book, or write in my journal (therapy). I made it half way through my room, when I just plopped on the floor. Yup, that tired.
I don't know how long I was sitting there with my back against the wall, staring into space, but I was feeling a little bit sorry for myself, a little inadequate for this motherhood job... okay, a lot.
Then Harper waddled in and puckered his sweet little drool-ey lips on my cheek. I beamed. He nonchalantly waddled back out (probably onto the next mess). But that sweet little kiss made me feel better. Much better. Things like that make this job oh-so-worth-it. I am blessed.