Sunday was crazy. My five-year-old daughter Grace was singing in both services with the children’s choir so we had to be there at 8:15. I understand the need to be there early, but boy is it tough to get this family ready and out by that time. It was rush, rush, rush. One child yelling that her dress was too small, another one couldn’t get shoes on, fighting breaking out every few minutes. We left the house in a tizz and arrived only a little late.
After church we went out to eat with good friends and their three kids. Now I’ve told you often that we are a rowdy bunch, and I do encourage my kids to have fun, but I don’t allow them to be disruptive and inconsiderate of others. There is a difference! We were at a crowded restaurant and ended up being seated at three different tables. It was a recipe for disaster. My kids behaved badly the entire time making it impossible to enjoy the fellowship of good friends. It was so frustrating.
We only had a couple of hours at home and then it was time to get ready once again for the evening service. I received no cooperation from the kids. As soon as I took care of one issue two other problems arose. I was running like a crazy woman from one to another to another.
That evening ended in a “I can’t do this anymore” rant. I felt like a horrible wife and mom with a house full of horrible children…you get the idea! I didn’t know how I would be able to get up and homeschool Monday morning.
Then you know what? The baby slept all night! I woke up rested the next day. The kids busied themselves with their school work when I told them to and finished it early. They were pleasant, obedient, helpful, sweet, and loving. What a precious gift from God to a weary mom.