Sometimes I wonder why children don't run the world....I mean seriously, I think they could accomplish in 2 weeks what has taken 200 years in the history of our democracy. What a skill they have. It is amazing that they can poop on you, yell at you, whine at you for hours, cry hysterically for no good reason and STILL make you want to kiss them goodnight and wish for more hours in your day. How do they do that and how can I bottle that magic?
Today has been a day where I have to remind myself (often) how much I love these little creatures and how fortunate I am that God has entrusted each of them to me (even if some of them only for a brief time)....
We went to Walgreens today and inside was a man screaming at another man. From the bits and pieces I was able to gather, they were complete strangers and one of them tried to run over the other man's wife (mind you the alleged perpetrator was in a wheelchair so I HAVE to assume he tried to run her over from a seated position). No, seriously, these were people I actually encountered not some random episode of Jerry Springer that I stumbled upon while eating bon-bons and working on a word search. After I walked in and realized the situation that I stumbled into, I tried to quickly gather the 5 children I had brought with me (we hadn't yet picked up the oldest from Kindergarten for the day). As all 5 of them scattered toward the candy on the shelves and the brightly colored Easter decorations, I started getting VERY frustrated. While I'm sure the men that were screaming PROBABLY wouldn't have ACTUALLY harmed anyone (besides each other), I was ANGRY that my children weren't listening and that their disobedience was potentially putting them in harm's way.
I eventually DID get the package of diapers that I ventured out with 5 children on a rainy afternoon for. I left thankful that we weren't in the middle of an altercation but irritated that when it really mattered, my children chose not to follow directions. Let's just say it has set the tone for the rest of our afternoon and now all I'm hoping for is to salvage a decent dinner time and evening. I have dealt with whining, crying, screaming and a 'diaper incident' that may have left residual psychological damage. I have had a trying afternoon attempting to coral children back to beds for naptime causing me to ignore the insistent call from the dirty dishes in my sink and yet tonight as I'm drifting off to sleep, I'll find myself begging God for a million more days just like this one......
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