Chaos, Rest, and Starting Over

You know the days? The ones where life just bowls you over and, there you stand. It’s 1AM and you feel like you haven’t made ONE. SINGLE. DENT. in the work load for the day!
I barely got my kids in bed (11:15 PM friends!). I don’t like them going to bed that late ever! (Except maybe on New Years Eve). I mean, who puts their kids to bed THAT late?! All the crazies, right? Apparently I was wrong on that, because I'm pretty sure I'm not crazy.
That pile of laundry? It's on OUR bed. Not the guest bed. (We don’t have one of those. Well, we do, it’s an air mattress. We like our friends and like them visiting. And, someday, they will have a guest suite if I can manage it. But that’s a rabbit trail...)



The bed doesn't even have sheets on it yet! I took them off to wash them. (Yes, I was going to do 15 loads of laundry in ONE day! I KNOW it’s crazy guys! I really do, so maybe I AM crazy. LOL But that’s how I roll. I set unrealistic goals and welll.... THIS!)
The toys never got picked up and you should have seen the ordeal getting PJ's on caused! You would have thought we were climbing mount Everest! I wasn’t even going to DREAM about making them pick up at 11PM. I wanted to keep SOME of my sanity!! Clearly, the logical choice for that was to leave the living room in ruins. Right?  Sometimes I doubt my choices...




And, did you notice, there’s still laundry on the floor. That’s what I DIDN’T get into the was. There are still two loads in the washer and dryer! I SERIOUSLY over planned! ðŸ˜‚😂😂😂
And, I KNEW I had a class to run that night. Sooooo.... I SHOULD have known. But I didn’t.
So there I stood at 1AM. In tears. Because I had done it again. ðŸ˜¢ðŸ˜­




All of that isn’t the important part though. The important part is what happened AFTER that. My husband and I slept on the couches (did I mention he was on a homework deadline? If he hadn’t been, he would have folded that laundry with me. He’s just amazing like that! He didn’t even complain about having to sleep on the couches!).
I gave my body the REST it so desperately needed, spent some time in prayer and washing myself in God’s Word, and I GOT BACK UP! I tackled it and life the next day. One bad day will NOT destroy my life, my year, my month, my week...
What do you do to help yourself get back up? I would love to know! ðŸ™‚

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