Today is Day 1 of Week 3 of summer vacation. I kind of lost a week because of the whole kid-in-the-hospital thing. But today, Lord, I find myself with zero patience. I am unable to tolerate the slightest infraction. And that is going to make for a very long day. When I think of how many of those days it takes to make a week, and how many weeks we have until school starts, I get all kinds of worried. So, I think I need a huge dose of patience. Right now I feel like I can't unload the dishwasher without having to deal with the aftermath, be it Desitin smeared all over some porous surface, a fight, or every single pillow and blanket being dragged out of the closet. And even seven year olds can't really fold up big blankets to put them back. So, if I can't even unload the dishwasher, how am I supposed to take a shower? Or eat lunch? See, I get kind of panicked.
And kids fight. Did you know that, Lord? Did you know that when you blessed us with three of them? I suppose even I knew, on some level. I should have started praying back then, at that first sonogram, that I'd be better able to deal with the fighting. Maybe you could show me how? I know it wont go away, but if you could whisper in my ear a way for ME to deal with it, and how I should react to it so that I don't lose my sh%t, that would be helpful. Because me yelling at them for yelling doesn't seem to make a whole lot of sense.
I really want to enjoy them, Jesus. I love them so and wanted them so deeply. But I want to enjoy them AND be able to get some laundry done.
Amen,
Christie
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