...That is what I told my friend this morning when she asked how things are going.
Seriously, we had the worst morning today. Whining, drama, arguing, disobedience, wet beds, soccer balls threatening to break things in the house, and lost shoes all before 8am. On a Monday morning. When the house needs to be ready for the cleaners. And the kids are late for school. And Daddy is gone.
So I did what every good, patient, kind, loving, Godly mother does. I took a deep breath, counted to ten and...lost my mind. I really lost control. Not one of my finer moments.
Then on the way to school I pulled over to have a come-to-Jesus-moment. The boys asked why we were pulling over and when I told them to unbuckle Caleb said, "Are you going to make us walk to school?"
Because I typically ask you to get out of the car and walk?!?!?
"No, Love, I want to pray." I replied. So all 5 of us held hands and I prayed for us all and then gave a mini-lecture about us being a team and one of our players is missing (Daddy!) so we all need to pull together to win.
In Luke fashion he says, "Who are we going to beat?"
The devil, Luke, the devil.
And that was all before 8:10 am.
The good news is that the rest of the day was fabulous and the kids have been divine!
I also must report that on my first full day of potty duty with the sisters, I was very successful. Not only did they NOT regress, but they had no accidents, stayed dry and successfully went potty at the gym today! Whoo-hoo! It's all JKM though. I am thinking about hiring him out as a Potty Training Guru. He can make us some extra money in his spare time.
Because he has so much of it...NOT!
In other news, I'm working on recovering some chairs and have decided that my sewing skills leave much to be desired. I'll take some before and after pictures, but I can guarantee you that no one will be calling me with a job as a seamstress.
I have high hopes for a better day tomorrow. One key element would be a rested mama, so I better get to bed...