These Days

Yesterday was one of those days... one of those days when I would have gladly given my children away for a clean and quiet house. Lest you think I'm a horrible person, I would have wanted them back in a day or so :)

I'm so ready for Micah to be through his current stage. I think I've mentioned before that he has started telling people that he's four, but not until October. Some days I can't wait until he's four either. Most of his day is spent whining and crying over everything. I'm pretty sure he no longer knows what his real voice sounds like. I also am ready for him to get over this klutz phase. He is constantly hurting himself, banging his head or tripping and scraping his knees.

Miss Mari is just a mess right now. She is into everything...the toilet, the garbage, the dirt. She is a crawling disaster. I'm so ready for her to start walking in hopes that maybe, just maybe, she won't resemble Pig Pen anymore. Last night she didn't like her dinner, so she just started dropping it all over the floor. Nothing like ending a rough day on your hands and knees cleaning gooey banana off the floor.

Hailey is probably the easiest child at the moment...if only she could stop antagonizing her little brother.

So there's the bad. The part that gets to me when I'm exhausted and tired of following everyone around, cleaning up messes and putting out fires (figurative, not literal). But there is a lot of good. So now, I'm going to remind myself of that.

Micah is really quite sweet. He's helpful and kind. He loves to read books and play games. He is loving and is a great little brother and a wonderful big brother. Mari is learning to communicate more and more. She is fearless and funny and sweet. She lights up when her brother and sister want to play with her. And Hailey is so helpful. She is learning to consider others first and is growing in confidence. Five has been a really wonderful year for her.

So this morning when all I want to do is go hide under the covers, I'll remind myself to enjoy where they are at now. I'll treasure the hugs and choruses of, "you're the best mom ever!". I'll enjoy sloppy baby kisses and be thankful for what my husband does do to help. And maybe today the stress of a toy strewn, dirty house won't drag me down with it.