Lesson Learned. Head Deflated.

Today was a lesson for me, not my children. God sent me a clear message to not be prideful or too sure of my parenting abilities. It was a tough lesson to learn, too, which is why I am in bed at 8:36! Don’t judge me. I am exhausted.

The day began eerily smoothly. I got myself and everyone else dressed and out the door to Bible study on time, which is a rarity. I even had time to wash the coffee pot before we left, which NEVER happens! We had a great morning at our Bible study, and Charlie’s teacher just went on and on about how wonderful he was when I picked him up. “I don’t know what you’re doing, but keep doing it,” she said to me. I left thinking I was the best mother ever with the best children ever. Then we went to the grocery store.

The trip started out well enough. We managed to snag a car-cart and were on our way. Then Maddie decided that she wanted to stand up, fell, and busted her lip on the steering wheel. I’m talking a bloody mess in the meat section. It was then that I realized I was out of wipes. I ended up carrying a screaming baby through the bread and dairy sections while pushing the cart one handed with Charlie making incredibly loud car sounds to try to drown out Maddie. We were a hot mess, to say the least. The grocery trip didn’t get any better from there.

When we got home I was so happy to get Maddie down for her nap. She was asleep about 45 minutes when the Directv technician came to fix our satellite dish, interrupting Charlie’s quiet time on the couch.  Charlie decided to ride his fire truck through the house, which he accompanies by obnoxiously loud “WEEOOO, WEEOOO” sounds.  This, of course, wakes Maddie. 

Jason decides to come home from work early after a meeting out of town.  It has been months since he has come home early, so of course this is very exciting.  The house descends into chaos.  Charlie shoots off on his fire truck causing Maddie, who is standing on the cord he pretends is a fire hose, to fall, busting her lip again.  There is blood, screaming, whining, and general unhappiness for the rest of the afternoon.  I told Jason, who looks like he wishes he had not come home, that it is not usually like this, but I don’t think he believes me. 

Of course, my mother’s solution to all of this is that I put on lipstick.  I can’t find my lipstick because Maddie likes to take things out of drawers and deposit them in various locations throughout the house, and my lipstick can currently not be located.  Mama, when you read this, go buy me some lipstick.  I will put it on and see how that works out.