Yesterday was a domino effect day.
And I mean a domino effect day where the dominoes are set up multiple times in hopes that the day will redeem itself and each and every time it is knocked over before the last one is set.
As I sit here typing, I can’t even pinpoint what exactly made yesterday just one of those day. Even as I moved around my kitchen preparing lunch I kept mulling over hypothetical Dear Mom letters to write. Dear Mom Who is Tired of Making PBJs. Dear Mom Who is Going to Pull All of Her Hair Out. Dear Mom Who is having a Really Bad Day. Dear Mom Who is Having a Horrible No Good Day. Dear Mom Whose Children Decided to All Have a Bad Day on the Same Day. Dear Mom…
Well, you get the picture – a falling dominoes kind of day.
It seems as if all four of my boys decided to wake up on the wrong side of their beds. And this takes tremendous skill as their beds are pushed against the walls and getting up would somehow be impossible. But, they, amazingly, still managed to accomplish the same feat. Whining, no fair cries, more cries, complaining, fighting, complaining again, and all of that was constant.
Remember my domino analogy? Well they were knocking over the dominoes faster than I could reset them.
It got to the point where hearing each whine was making me literally want to sit down on my kitchen floor and have a good pity cry. In fact, I think I did shed some tears for a bit. Finally, I put several in their rooms to read and another on the chair to do their reading and I went and rested on the couch. For just five minutes, I told myself, just five. (And moms, if you need to step back when you get overwhelmed, then you must allow yourself the grace to do that.)
After about 15 minutes Samuel, who also joined that getting out of bed on the wrong side club, wandered over and asked to rest by me. I gathered him in my arms and held onto him and then that sweet boy, who had thrown a tantrum an hour earlier, whispered to me I love you mom.
Yes, love me.
The mom who had declared that she had enough.
The mom who was worn out with the constant and repeated whining.
The mom who decided for lunch that day it would only be Kirkland Honey Roasted Gluten Free Ham on a plate with Pirate’s Booty and some strawberries.
I didn’t make a sandwich or roll the meat – I just put it on the plate and called it good. He loved me. Even though I said a bit too sternly would everyone please just be quiet for just an amazing 58 seconds? And then I got irritated at the mess and all of that. He still loved me.
These domino effect days simply happen, sweet mothers.
They happen. I have them, you have them, and the hypothetical, though I’m sure it’s out there, mom with the perfect pinterest board pin for cute ham roll ups for kid’s lunches has them. They are normal.
The crazy thing is that when I wrote this it was in the afternoon of that domino effect day. I was sitting at my table, and Grace was working on some homework, Samuel sleeping on the couch, and the boys playing quietly downstairs. The sun was streaming on my back, and my house was absolutely peaceful. The same day.
Motherhood is about constantly choosing to pick up the dominoes and resetting them.
You know they are going to fall, but we keep picking them up, making new paths, doing the laundry, dealing with issues, going up and down, and rejoicing over the great accomplishments. Gradually we move forward and the dominoes that once fell will happen no more.
Breathe, mothers, breathe.
That is what I kept telling myself as I held Samuel as he fell asleep in my arms yesterday. Breathe. Those crazy hard all the dominoes are falling over moments in the morning don’t define a mother. They don’t define motherhood success. They are just real.
Pick up the domino. Stack it well. You will get through those domino effect days.
I’m joining with you.
Start again – one domino, one day – at a time.