Once home from drop off it's your day to get things done because you're down one child and that should make it easier. Except, the two little ones have runny noses that you have to wipe every few minutes and they constantly need you. You think you'll catch a break by letting them take a bath but, instead, they won't stop splashing uncontrollably, spraying each other in the face, and drinking the dirty water.
Finally, it's nap time. However, the two year old only naps long enough for you to get your Bible study done and the three year old is bored and can't decide what he wants to watch... No relaxing!
After picking up biggest brother from school you have just enough time to eat and rush off to baseball practice. But, it doesn't happen without a major meltdown because the new shoes are all wrong. Once forced in the car and to the field, you inform the five year old that his screaming and crying through the parking lot is causing a scene. After you encourage him one more time to join his team you start making your rounds to collect money because you're the team mom. On top of other moms looking out on the field and asking which one is yours and you having to point to the child sitting on the side in his flip flops, three things happen. 1. You realize the 40 bucks one mom gave you on your way in fell out of your pocket and you have to searching the big grassy field and parking lot for it. Thankfully the wind blew it against the fence and a curb and no one else found it! 2. You feel your feet getting attacked by ants and look down to see you are inches from an ant hill. 3. You're trying to have pleasant conversations and not look fazed by how upset you are on the inside that you don't realize the two year old, in his brother's helmet, has taken off. You panic and when you've looked all over and can't find him, you tell another coach. Right when you think your heart can't beat any harder, you finally spot him a field over and in another team's dugout trying to find a bat to hit with.
When everyone has suffered enough at the field, you head home for a quick dinner and straight to bed time routine. Daddy calls and lectures the five year old and he apologizes for his behavior. The three and two year old also get to show off and be silly for a parent that isn't so upset and tired. Then, when you think you're only minutes away from peace and quiet, the two year old decides to put up a fight and it takes over an hour to get him down! The tears are flowing and you can't help thinking this has been a long 15 hour day with the little monster.
Flooding with frustration you pull out the one resource you know will give you the rest your soul needs...
You turned to Lamentations 3:22-23
Because of the Lord's great mercies we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.
His mercies are new every morning!
That is exactly what I needed! Tomorrow is a new day... I can start fresh! My boys and I can start over! Hallelujah! Now, does this mean I won't ever have a day like this again? No! Does it mean tomorrow will be hard and long like today? I sure hope not! But, if it is... I'll be ready!