I think every mom has wished she had a clone to help her get all the things done in a day that there is to do. I certainly have, and that was before my husband and I became separated and my teenage son decided to try living with his biological dad. There is so much to do and so many to take care of and not enough of me. I don't even know how I am functioning most of the time. So not only is there what I was usually responsible for, but now the chores my eldest son took care of and the ones my husband did around the yard or fixing something or just helping me with the kids and stuff around the house when he was home, all while I was pregnant and now currently with my daughter who is 6 weeks old. I feel like the one man show lately and I don't know how the plates are still spinning. I know it must be His strength and grace helping me and remembering the promises He has for me that keeps me going.
First off, does anyone else feel like their day revolves around food or is it just a stay at home mom thing? As soon as I open my eyes the day begins with a baby who wants to nurse and little children whining, "I'm hungry". I have to coax them to wait until I've at least had a cup of coffee before I begin breakfast, which is usually just cereal or toast. But gosh, then there is the mess! Cereal all over the table from children who wanted to pour it themselves, soggy cereal on the table and floor from when the missed their mouth, and spilled milk. By the time I'm done cleaning the kitchen from breakfast it seems like its snack time already. And then there's the mess! No matter what I put out for snack there is guaranteed a mess on the table and floor. Amazingly lunch creeps up, and another snack time, followed by dinner (and the guaranteed tornado that happens after they all eat), and then there will still be kids begging for another snack or dessert after dinner (to which my answer is almost always, "KITCHEN IS CLOSED!")
Then there are 4 children to get dressed, potty training, diaper changes, bath tubs, teeth brushed, oh wait there is a newborn baby in the house so that means I'm doing all this while nursing her. There is the NEVERENDING laundry. Even on a day where you feel accomplished that you got caught up with the laundry, everyone is going to get changed into their pajamas and here comes another large load. And of course when there are little ones in the home that means beds get wet! ALOT! There is trash that needs to be taken out daily and twice a week I have to load it into the van and dump it off at the transfer station with all the kids in tow, grass that needs mowing (which I have to borrow an electric push mower for acres of grass because my ride on mower died just in time for summer), floors that need to be swept, mopped or vacuumed, bathrooms that get very dirty with so many boys, pets to feed, cages to clean, grocery shopping that needs to be and then groceries that need to be put away, church and church activities, I was schooling my first grader at home, playing with the kids, activities at home, and then there's music and movement class, library books to pick up or bring back, gymnastics, and basketball. Of course there are appointments I have to make, well baby visits, pre natal/post natal doctor appointments for myself, phone calls that need to be made, bills that have to get paid, I am looking for work which has been time consuming and stressful. I am trying to get my CDL license, start a roaming fitness instructor business and begin this blog. Just trying to write this one blog has been hours since I started. Hours? Why? Because while doing all of this I am above all a mother. There's nursing, and singing songs, getting juice, mediating fights, getting ice packs, giving hugs, praying with my children, reading books, and so much more in between all of the things I have listed. Wait... I never even mentioned a shower for myself. I get absolutely no ME time. And there's a lack of sleep from having a new baby that nurses every 1-2 hours at night. I am exhausted. I need help.
I have prayed, "Lord I need help!" while pacing the floor with a baby that doesn't want to be put down while the list of things that needs to get done grows.
Where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth. Psalms 121
God is my helper and my strength. The one who gives me the endurance for the day and the season. If I don't grow weary in doing the good things I am doing I will reap a harvest in due time. The fact that I am still here, standing, waking up and getting out of bed and doing all that I do proves that God is helping me because there's been times in the difficulties and hardest moments when I've wanted to quit, mornings I would've rather not gotten out of bed, showers that were meant to hide from the kids and cry out to Him, and nights I have cried myself to sleep. Yet I press on.
First off, does anyone else feel like their day revolves around food or is it just a stay at home mom thing? As soon as I open my eyes the day begins with a baby who wants to nurse and little children whining, "I'm hungry". I have to coax them to wait until I've at least had a cup of coffee before I begin breakfast, which is usually just cereal or toast. But gosh, then there is the mess! Cereal all over the table from children who wanted to pour it themselves, soggy cereal on the table and floor from when the missed their mouth, and spilled milk. By the time I'm done cleaning the kitchen from breakfast it seems like its snack time already. And then there's the mess! No matter what I put out for snack there is guaranteed a mess on the table and floor. Amazingly lunch creeps up, and another snack time, followed by dinner (and the guaranteed tornado that happens after they all eat), and then there will still be kids begging for another snack or dessert after dinner (to which my answer is almost always, "KITCHEN IS CLOSED!")
Then there are 4 children to get dressed, potty training, diaper changes, bath tubs, teeth brushed, oh wait there is a newborn baby in the house so that means I'm doing all this while nursing her. There is the NEVERENDING laundry. Even on a day where you feel accomplished that you got caught up with the laundry, everyone is going to get changed into their pajamas and here comes another large load. And of course when there are little ones in the home that means beds get wet! ALOT! There is trash that needs to be taken out daily and twice a week I have to load it into the van and dump it off at the transfer station with all the kids in tow, grass that needs mowing (which I have to borrow an electric push mower for acres of grass because my ride on mower died just in time for summer), floors that need to be swept, mopped or vacuumed, bathrooms that get very dirty with so many boys, pets to feed, cages to clean, grocery shopping that needs to be and then groceries that need to be put away, church and church activities, I was schooling my first grader at home, playing with the kids, activities at home, and then there's music and movement class, library books to pick up or bring back, gymnastics, and basketball. Of course there are appointments I have to make, well baby visits, pre natal/post natal doctor appointments for myself, phone calls that need to be made, bills that have to get paid, I am looking for work which has been time consuming and stressful. I am trying to get my CDL license, start a roaming fitness instructor business and begin this blog. Just trying to write this one blog has been hours since I started. Hours? Why? Because while doing all of this I am above all a mother. There's nursing, and singing songs, getting juice, mediating fights, getting ice packs, giving hugs, praying with my children, reading books, and so much more in between all of the things I have listed. Wait... I never even mentioned a shower for myself. I get absolutely no ME time. And there's a lack of sleep from having a new baby that nurses every 1-2 hours at night. I am exhausted. I need help.
I have prayed, "Lord I need help!" while pacing the floor with a baby that doesn't want to be put down while the list of things that needs to get done grows.
Where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth. Psalms 121
God is my helper and my strength. The one who gives me the endurance for the day and the season. If I don't grow weary in doing the good things I am doing I will reap a harvest in due time. The fact that I am still here, standing, waking up and getting out of bed and doing all that I do proves that God is helping me because there's been times in the difficulties and hardest moments when I've wanted to quit, mornings I would've rather not gotten out of bed, showers that were meant to hide from the kids and cry out to Him, and nights I have cried myself to sleep. Yet I press on.
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