It has been a doosie of a morning.
The soggy Rice Krispies strewn about.
The five baskets of folded laundry begging to be put away...
and then discovered by a little 10 month old explorer.
The five baskets of laundry all over the floor, begging to be folded again and then put away.
Sharpie tattoos covering the eldest child's legs and arms.
A determined toddler wanting to go "poo-poo in the potty" instead drags a "poo-poo in the diaper" all over the bathroom floor.
Two hours straight of alternating whining, crying, screaming darlings and dogs whining .
And though I love that my kids have a new fondness for Shirley Temple and The Three Stooges,
I find myself losing patience when they parade around in tap shoes singing at the top of their lungs and engaging in slapstick comedy that leads to more whining, crying and screaming.
Lunch is served and just as I sit down to feed the one who can't quite feed herself, plates are empty and sippy cups need refills and nap time is long overdue.
And as the last bite is swallowed the whining, crying and screaming resumes.
To nurse the babe who is constantly distracted by the Shirley and Curly impersonations is quite a feat- but must be done before any of them can take a nap.
And when all is quiet, I weep.
Because this is sooooo stinkin' hard. And I am tired. And I need to know that what I am doing matters. For as challenging and consuming as it is, I need validation.
Then my beloved comes in from clearing brush and makes me a bowl of homemade guacamole and I consume it. Because it is delicious, and because he made it for me. Really, my gratitude for that gesture is immeasurable.
And he reminds me that this is my purpose, and it is GREAT! That what seems mundane is heavy with eternal significance. He holds me close and reminds me that no one else could raise four kids and love her husband, under her in-law's roof, with the grace that I do. And I am thankful that it is through Christ that I can do all these things.
Then I whip up a plate of super cheesy nachos and start folding clothes, and I feel validated. And I convince myself that super cheesy nachos are also eternally significant.