I feel like sometimes the bad days are really bad.
And when I mean a bad day, I mean when the kids have trashed the house, I need to do so many household chores, no one is bathed, I haven't even gotten out of my pajamas, the kids won't eat and are yelling and being clingy, someone peed on something or threw up on me.... and the list goes on.
These are the days when I really just want to go sit in the bath tub and take a mommy time out for myself.
Does anyone else ever feel like they need a time out for themselves?
When this happens I just have to take some deep breaths and count to ten and recompose myself.
Sometimes that doesn't always work.
When it doesn't, I just keep on keeping on... and keep on doing what I need to do in order to make it through the day in one piece.
Often I tag my husband when he gets home. You know, Tag! You're it! So that I may retire somewhere for 5 minutes of me time, whatever that may be.
Last week I was having a particularly bad day. My husband was on a business trip and had been gone for two days; with the prospect of impending snow canceling traveling looming over our heads. Turns out, his flight got cancelled and he was unable to come home. Awesome. Now to explain to my 4 and 2.5 year old daughters that even though I promised Daddy was coming home tonight, now he isn't. Parent Fail.
But that's not the point here.
That was a bad day, and I had no one to tag to get a peaceful moment to myself. It was starting to build up a little bit. At one point I sat down on the floor in my daughter's room and I'm sure was staring blankly off into space. One would not put their shoes on, the other wouldn't put her socks on and one was screaming bloody murder because one pushed her.
My middle child took this opportunity to come sit on my lap and smoosh my face towards hers. ( She does this now so that she can make sure you're looking at her when she talks to you )
She smooshed my face with her little hands and looked right into my eyes and said : "Mommy, be happy."
I smiled, and laughed. I so wasn't in a place to do that at that moment, but I did. Those teeny little hands and those adorable chipmunk cheeks! She smiled the biggest smile and I smiled even harder.
Then, after she was done smiling at me, she turned back around and did it again. This time she said : "Mommy, I Yike You."
My heart hurts right now even talking about it. Every ounce of tension and anxiety that had been building up inside of me went away at that exact moment.
I gave her a huge hug and said "Mommy yikes you, too Georgia. I love you."
It was something really small that made such a huge impact.
Yep. Maybe it wasn't such a bad day after all.
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The girls, waiting for Daddy to come home!
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