Yesterday wasn't my favorite day. It was cold. I went to the gym and my workout was cut short when William pooped. They don't do diapers in the kids club. And stupid me forgot to bring an extra one with us. What kind of a mom am I?
After that we went to Target. I didn't care if William had dirty pants. I needed to get my errands done. And then I bought a curtain rod in the wrong size. Not my fault. It was on the wrong rack. So now I have go back and return it. And did I mention it's cold?
After lunch I was so tired I couldn't even stand it so I took a nap. Which means I got nothing done while William was napping. The bedrooms need dusting, the floors need vacuuming and the laundry needs laundering. But it all just sat because I was too tired.
When I woke up I decided to bake some corn bread muffins to cheer me up. I left them in the oven too long and they ended up dry and when you peeled off the muffin liner only half the muffin came out.
When it was time for dinner my stomach started to churn and suddenly I didn't feel good. And then Brian called and said he was going to be home late. Really late. But it wasn't his fault. These things just happen when you work in corporate America and it's the end of a sales quarter.
So I threw some leftovers on William's plate and silently apologized to him for not having a sit-down family dinner like we strive to do every night.
And then he looked up at me with those big blue eyes and asked, "Father, Son?"
He started to do the sign of the cross like we've taught him to do every other night before dinner. And this night, in my ugly mood because of my not-so-fun day, I forgot about prayers. But this kid, he remembered. He remembered even when every other night he protests because he's too hungry to take the time.
So I sat down at the table with him even though my stomach couldn't handle any food and together we prayed before he ate. And then suddenly my day wasn't so bad after all.
After that we went to Target. I didn't care if William had dirty pants. I needed to get my errands done. And then I bought a curtain rod in the wrong size. Not my fault. It was on the wrong rack. So now I have go back and return it. And did I mention it's cold?
After lunch I was so tired I couldn't even stand it so I took a nap. Which means I got nothing done while William was napping. The bedrooms need dusting, the floors need vacuuming and the laundry needs laundering. But it all just sat because I was too tired.
When I woke up I decided to bake some corn bread muffins to cheer me up. I left them in the oven too long and they ended up dry and when you peeled off the muffin liner only half the muffin came out.
When it was time for dinner my stomach started to churn and suddenly I didn't feel good. And then Brian called and said he was going to be home late. Really late. But it wasn't his fault. These things just happen when you work in corporate America and it's the end of a sales quarter.
So I threw some leftovers on William's plate and silently apologized to him for not having a sit-down family dinner like we strive to do every night.
And then he looked up at me with those big blue eyes and asked, "Father, Son?"
He started to do the sign of the cross like we've taught him to do every other night before dinner. And this night, in my ugly mood because of my not-so-fun day, I forgot about prayers. But this kid, he remembered. He remembered even when every other night he protests because he's too hungry to take the time.
So I sat down at the table with him even though my stomach couldn't handle any food and together we prayed before he ate. And then suddenly my day wasn't so bad after all.
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