Monday … & Mercies…

not much filtering going on this evening on this blog… too tired to deal with that…

I’m not sure what else I would expect of today…
after a fun family trip that exceeded expectations…
& inspiring lessons at church on Sunday…
and then wham – Monday.

As soon as I woke up to Abe’s never-ending alarm, dozed off, and then woke to Hannah playing a recorder downstairs, I knew it would be a DIG DEEP day.

Pulled through the morning of needy littles.
Put on my happy knee-highs & shorts {ok… really I didn’t have any clean jeans and I needed my legs to be warm}
Quickie trip to Walmart with 3 little people to price-match milk for $1.94 (thanks Wendi for that heads up)
Had a nice chat at the bus stop with a neighbor.
Another nice chat at another neighbor’s when dropping her girlie off.

Downhill from there people.
Tru bit Max {again} on the back.
Another bandaid and shrieking from Max.
Massive tantrum from Tru about alone time to calm down and apologize.
No nap from Liza.
Late lunch.
Hannah had a horrid day at school.
Horrid.
Mama Bear came out in me … again about stuff @ school.
Max snuggled & cried because his friends weren’t available to play with.
Cranky Liza from feeling icky gooby nose, teething, losing voice, and still no nap.
Abe and his friend were goofing off, forgot all rules of safety, Abe skinned his back on the moving treadmill.
Ouch! Like Major Ouch!
“I thought it was a good idea for a second.”
Hannah & I did a slam-bam tidying session for 30 minutes and the explosion in the home simmered.
Dish Fairy showed up for work right before Jimmy came home.
Jimmy came through with huge bandaids for Abe… and BLT’s for supper.
Tru was picking skin on his lip and had blood all over. Ouch!
Water & Lipstuff Tru! Where is your mother?
FHE.
Had absolutely no expectations so I was pleasantly surprised.
Everyone shared a scripture about Thanksgiving/Gratitude.
Wrote a family ABC list of things we are grateful for.
Prayer…
Off . to . bed . for . the . littles.
Then more project time with Hannah. Gluing cardboard Chinook longhouse.
Studio C for Abe.
Bed for Tweens.
Mom made it through without losing her marbles.
I think the happy socks helped.
Crash.
Wow… emotions are so hard to keep in control all day long with so many little people needing.
I was strong and didn’t freak out at anybody too harshly… uhhhhh hopefully.
My intellect knew everything would be okay… that nothing was tragic.
My emotions were on overload.
It may take a bit to recover from today.

And my life isn’t even that hard. Yes, I had a zillion tiny things that added up to ‘hard’ for me personally.
About 4 p.m., I sat down in the midst of the chaos and read this article about
Ten Sisters Missionaries who experienced a miracle … lived through the typhoon in the Philippines.
Tender Mercies… Miracles.
Put things in perspective for me.
I’m so grateful for every day Miracles.

Then my friend shared this principle…

We are so blessed to have a loving Heavenly Father who sends tender mercies to us
every . single . day.

I love my family…
and though today was exhausting,
I am grateful for each & every one of them.
As Truman said in the dinner prayer
“Grateful that Hannah, and Mom, and Liza, and Abe, and Max, and Dad could all be happy.
Grateful for my body.”
Keepin’ it simple, Tru.
Love.