There are some days when I am so tired not even coffee can keep my eye lids functioning at a normal rate.
I’m dragging. I’m not doing crafts today. I’m not taking them on a walk. I’m not reading to them. We’ll get a smidgen of school work done, the basics.
These are not the days I want to live as life, but there are some days like these, and I’m just going to have to give myself grace.
Grace as I head to the movie store so there can be a movie day.
Grace to feed them store bought pumpkin pie, string cheese, and apple cider for lunch…and maybe even dinner.
Grace to try again tomorrow.
I know some people will think I’m being a bad mother. I’m being irresponsible. But I think I’m a good mother who is in process, and who some days, just needs a string-cheese, movie marathon kind of day.
There are enough “shoulds” in the world of a mother. Today, instead of “should” I’m saying, “could”.
I could take it easy on myself during certain times of the month when a gal is just flat out tired.
I could believe that God is just as pleased with me today as He is on the days when I’m rockin’ and rollin’ as a mama.
I could believe that my babies are okay when I’m a sack of potatoes.
I could believe that a movie marathon day won’t ruin their brains (depending on what they watch
I think we’ll all just be okay today.
Pass the pie.