It all started with a 2-3 mile run at 5:45 this morning. The run was awesome with temps in the mid-40s and sprinkles of rain. I'm finally getting my mental game going, though the first mile is always the most difficult. Once I got home there was time for hot lemon water and quiet time with Jesus in the still, quiet of the morning.
As I headed upstairs, I realized that Brent was not in bed anymore. One of the side effects of his medicine is a periodic upset stomach with chills. This morning it hit him pretty hard for about half an hour. As this happened, I jumped in the kids' shower, which woke them up. So as I'm in the shower, both kids are running around butt naked from going to the bathroom and not putting their pants anymore. And Brent is yelling my name. Oh, and don't forget that Wilson is barking. I somehow got out of the shower and put clothes on as the crazy continued.
Once the boy had clothes on, I sent Oliver downstairs to get out NutriGrain bars (our go-to breakfast on crazy mornings...) when Graham decided that he wanted to get them instead. An argument began. Within minutes they were both eating. However, the minute I went to check on Brent, the arguing began again. Brothers...
Brent was quickly downstairs feeling better, helping the boys as I dried the minimal amount of my hair possible. The second the hair dryer turned off, there was loud screaming coming from Oliver. Graham had SPIT a mouth full of milk all over him. As in, it was dripping down his shirt to his shorts and onto his legs. I rushed Oliver up the stairs for a shower. Did I mention that we would have been ready to head out the door once I walked down the stairs? Brent popped Graham's bottom, to which he responded, "I will not cry" 3 times. And he didn't...
This was all between 6:45 and 7:45. One hour. Woah!
I then took the kids to daycare while Brent got a shower. Then took the Camry for new tires. Brent picked me up, then we headed to breakfast ourselves before consulting the doctor about Oliver's behavior. We have concerns because he has some trouble with attention and is very fidgety. Based on our feedback and that of his teacher, the doctor said he definitely struggles with these things but he is pretty sure that he will outgrow it. Give it time. We took a deep breath and were grateful for sound advice from a professional.
Brent dropped me off at the tire store and the tires were ready. So I ran up to Rookwood to return a shirt at REI. On the way up I realized that the car was shaky after getting up to 70, so I called the tire store back. I made another stop at April's to give her camping stuff for this weekend then to get cookie sheets for the boys' weekend trip to Atlanta. Which led to another half hour at the tire store. But the car is fixed now!
I finally headed home, around 1:15. Laundry... Dishes... Preparing dinner... House stuff! The next thing I knew it was time to pick up the kids. When I got there we had to go on a hunt for Oliver's jacket. Once found, we finally made our way home for hotdogs, baked beans, and slaw.
As soon as we finished eating, we went for haircuts. And more crazy happened! Not only were the kids running around the salon, but there was also jumping off of chairs and pestering me over and over.
So there is one sample of our crazy! Not every day is that bad, but there are definitely pieces of this in our daily life. There are days that it hits me with major anxiety. I feel like I can't handle life and everything is crashing in on me.
But there are also amazing moments, like when Graham yelled out loudly, "Jesus is alive!" and the boys had a discussion about where He is at.
This reminds me that there are days when I call on Jesus. He's my Savior and He makes everything ok. I'm learning to call on HIS name rather than depending on my own strength. Then I learn peace. I have hope. I know that He has a plan for our family that is so much greater than anything else I could ever need. That is truth worth leaning on! He will comfort us and take care of our greatest needs. He manages the craziness. My only job is to invite Him in!
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