No Good, Very Bad Day

Oh, please tell me you read Amelia Bedelia and you actually get that title!

I got up. I mean, I actually focused on the day ahead and got out of bed with intent. Normally, I kind of loll around, hiding under the covers until my children start howling about hunger pangs and not ever getting to see the light of day.

Okay, so that is a bit exaggerated. I really do put off getting out of my sweet bed, but today...

...I got up. With Intent. I had things I wanted to get done. Including start training for a 5K run that is looming in my future. I had the audacity to challenge my husband, and now I have to save face and actually do this thing. It's just two-ish miles, but that is a LOT from a gal who has had four kids in just under five years and hasn't ran anymore than is necessary to catch one of those kids in a game of chase!

I took off down the road with gusto. Then I dragged my tailbone back to the driveway a mere ten minutes later feeling as though my lungs would give out any moment.

Coming up the steps this morning was a bit excruciating.

Then to add insult to injury, I pulled out my core work out DVD and did a twenty minute work out. While I panted and groused my way through more crunches than should ever be put into one workout, my children agonized and valiantly tried to keep up laughed and did twice the work out I puffed through.

It was humbling. Verrrrry humbling. I don't even wanna think about how easy all that was just a short six years ago...

After the riot of exercise, you'd have thought the Munchkin Brigade would be happy and good to go. Nope. Twas a day full up of training. Full of training. I could expound on that, but I have absolutely no need to revisit most of the day's moments.

Somewhere towards mid-afternoon, my emotions took over. I sat on the brink of tears for the rest of the evening. I made it through church, grateful to simply be in the Lord's house and surrounded by His children. Once we finally got the kids loaded into the cars (the big girls with Joshua and Thomas and Anna with me), I turned on the radio and prepared for a quiet and relaxing ride home.

And then this song came on, and somehow I dissolved into tears. Thomas, who chooses when he wants to be observant, took note and after the song was over (what made him wait, I will never know) asked me what was wrong.

'Just a tough Mommy day, Buddy', I replied, hoping he would let it drop.

'Mommy, it's always a new day. Tomorrow we can pray and thank God that we have a new day to be happy in. Tomorrow, Mommy.' Then he smiled at me and promptly ignored me.

I am continually amazed with the simple truths that my children speak. They nearly quote from scripture at times, and I am reminded that we are all made in the image of our Creator. That some of Him is in us, if we just let the frustrations and perceived sorrows of the day go, we will hear His voice and can rest on His promises.

“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. ‘The Lord is my portion,’ says my soul, ‘therefore I will hope in him.’” -Lamentations 3.22-24