Yesterday was rough.
The morning was filled with
and more crying.
Wesley sat on the toilet for an hour refusing to have a bowel movement
and then went in his pants a few minutes after I gave up and got him down.
Various things throughout the house were broken as the day progressed.
I thought my kids just needed some more attention,
so I offered to play a game with them which just caused more fights.
We switched to storytime, which ended in tears.
I struggled to stay patient through the midst of it all,
and when the kids were down for naps,
(two sleeping, one still bawling)
I tried to mentally list the things that had gone right.
Maybe I just had a bad attitude, but the list was pathetically short and it involved the steel-cut oats I was making for myself for lunch.
The afternoon was stressful
and I had to leave for a meeting right after Sam got home,
so I threw dinner on the table
and ran out the door.
I ended the day by getting our car completely stuck in the mud.
(Note to self: don't park on the bank of a drainage ditch after a rainstorm.)
It was a day filled with small annoyances, not huge catastrophes.
And as I drove home, I thought about how even in the midst of my frustrations, there is still so much joy to be found.
I am thankful I have children with the mental capacity to get angry and express themselves.
I am thankful they are physically able to run through the house and cause problems.
I am thankful to live in Texas, where trucks are a dime-a-dozen and kind people are easily found who will tow me out of my muddy predicament.
I am thankful for the chance to go to sleep each night with hopes of a fresh start every day.
And I am thankful for the eternal perspective the Gospel of Jesus Christ gives us.
"Anyone who imagines that bliss is normal is going to waste a lot of time running around shouting that he's been robbed. The fact is that most putts don't drop. Most beef is tough. Most children grow up to be just ordinary people. Most successful marriages require a high degree of mutual toleration. Most jobs are more often dull than otherwise...Life is like an old time rail journey--delays, sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders, and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling bursts of speed. The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride."
-Jenkin Lloyd Jones, as quoted by President Gordon B. Hinckley