We have a parade of visitors coming through these next weeks. My mom was here and gone and my sister and nephew were here for a week and left Monday. This is a special time. We have so much changing in our lives right now; new baby, new job, new house....read yesterday's post if you missed it. There's something really great about sharing this time with friends and family that I love. Although crazy sometimes with extra people here, it's a beautiful thing to share your life.
While my sister was here our house was brimming with five kids. Five! We did a couple of park outings just for sanity's sake, but other than that we left for necessities. Necessities like the boys' Boy Scout awards and Sophie's dance recital. Those life-marker things that are so special to share.
The hard part to me about all these people around is that all the sudden they're gone. Gone! And I remember I have four kids. Four! Four kids to take care of all by myself. Throw in a husband that's out of town Monday through Thursday and you have yourself a recipe for a breakdown, folks.
We kept things pretty much together on Tuesday. My sister flew out first thing that morning and we did pretty well the rest of the day. Wednesday was a different story.
Bad days seem to rear their ugly heads in the form of a big ol' chain sometimes...one link leads to another. Like if one things seems bad, there's a whole mess of other things that follow. I wrote my friend a text around noon that looked something like this:
Hi. Vera has been upset and crying for two hours straight.
My house is a disaster. I've been yelling at my kids all morning.
My bed isn't made. I haven't brushed my teeth.
Jarrod is out of town all week til Thursday.
Nothing in my closet fits me: maternity too big (and depressing) and regular clothes are too small.
I'm out of all groceries.
I'm having a bad day.
That kind of day. Been there? Vera was crabby and not sleeping all day and everything else just seemed to follow suit. It all seemed like crap. I did the whole "do-over" psychological mind game and tried to start over my day ten times and nothing helped. It wore on through the afternoon until I finally got the baby to close her eyes for a while. And then just as I was taking a breather around 5:15, Jack reminded me of his church function that I had fully intended on skipping. Ugh. That meant putting Vera into her carseat (which she loathes) and loading up all four kids. We were the stereotypical crabby family on our way to church, waving at friends and glaring at each other.
The evening ended with a two-hour crying bout of Vera and me, a teary phone call to Jarrod chewing him out for being gone, and finally finally bedtime.
You know when they say things will look better in the morning? It's not always the truth, but then again sometimes it is. And I love that. Fresh starts after a craptastic day is like "new mercies" to the max. We all fail. We all struggle some days. And then we need to redeem ourselves.
Yesterday was 190% better, starting with a full 7 hours of sleep for me and 8 for Vera!! She was so much happier yesterday, sleeping, eating, pooping and repeating in her little baby-rhythm. The kids pitched in and helped clean up the house. We ran errands together. We signed up for summer camps. Daddy was home early. And I made dinner. Everything was brighter and better even though not everything that had been on my nerves the day before was better, it just seemed dimmer and they didn't matter much because our day was so good.
What a difference a day makes.
We're all gonna have days. Bad ones. Real bad ones. Ones that we have to go back and apologize for later. They happen, we're human. These days can't be done over, but they can be superseded by better ones. And usually, as much as those bad days come with a chain reaction of badness, the good ones come with a chain reaction of goodness. And today looks like another link...my coffee, a blog post, a quiet house to collect my thoughts before I start the day....goodness. One of my best girls is going to be on her way here in a few hours despite a flood in her basement, a long weekend of friend-time...goodness. We're turning it around, folks.
What a difference a day makes.
Here's to a happy, safe, beautiful long weekend...