Finding joy in the ordinary days

JorieWheat
I'm writing this after a 14 1/2 hour shift. I didn't get paid for the work I did today. I just barely got a couple of potty breaks. I sweated. I supervised. And now, I stink.

Today, there was blood. I bandaged a smashed toe, a tweaked toe-nail. I wiped her tears, rocked her at my breast. I comforted, I cooked, I cried. I prayed for strength.

There was poop. Then again, there is always poop, rain or shine. But today it was sunny. On sunny days, they like to run naked like wild banshees. And I let them.

I lifted, carried, stacked, organized, cleaned. We ate. 

I argued with my husband about the proper tending of a tweaked toe-nail. He said Neosporin and Band-aid. I said antibacterial spray and a Band-aid.

We compromised. Except the Band-aid kept coming off, so. Maybe he was right.

We forgave each other and he made me laugh. I kissed him at least five times today.

I had a serious conversation with a child. Being honest means not exploiting loop-holes, son. He said he wants to be a lawyer. Figures. Still. Honesty. I'm serious, son. There will be serious consequences if I catch you lying again.

"Is inflating facts lying?" 

"Nice phrasing," I say. 

"Yes," says Dad, stepping in. "Be clear on your facts or else they're not facts."

Excellent job, Daddy!

"Gotcha," says son.

There was also a Choking Incident today. She popped a lid in her mouth. Started choking, chubby hands flying up to her mouth. Daddy scooped it out.

Another disaster averted.

But the school science project almost got ruined. It was melting to death on the front porch. I saved it.

Later, we tried to watch a movie together as a family. But it did not pass muster. I turned it off. Sorry, guys. Inappropriate content. Who rented this? DADDY.

"What?" he says. "I watched this movie when I was a kid!"

"My point exactly," I say.

"That's true," he grins. "Sorry, kids! Bedtime!"

Kisses, prayers and just one more drink of water?

And now, now I'm exhausted. It was a hard, long shift.

But it was a good day. A very good day, indeed.

[Many heartfelt thanks to our American veterans for their service. Their sacrifice provides the freedom and safety that allows me to have such beautifully ordinary days like today. Happy Memorial Day.]

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  • http://www.darcysheartstirrings.blogspot.com Darcy

    I often wonder this, too, how to find joy in ordinary, yet difficult days. Only we don’t usually have Daddy around. He’s often gone all week long. Which makes finding joy in our daily grind so, so much harder. I’m the mom that everyone looks at and says “I don’t know how you do it! I think I have it bad but then I think about you and I stop feeling sorry for myself.” Gee, thanks. Glad I can be such an inspiration to so many people. :P Thank you for being one of my “sane places”, this blog, that I can escape to and realize I’m not the only stressed-out mom in the world.

  • http://katiealender.com Katie Alender

    I always look for something to be thankful for… thankful I have a job at which to be driven crazy by co-workers… thankful I have the resources to own a car with low tire pressure… and so on! The really hard ones are the ones that mean the most, actually. Anyone can be thankful for a life full of awesomeness. It takes effort to be thankful for the crappy stuff. ;-)

  • http://ouraussiehalf-dozen.blogspot.com Catherine

    Yes, you really appreciate the ordinary days when you have to deal with the extraordinary ones. Give me an ordinary day anytime!

  • http://nomoredegrees.blogspot.com Happy Geek

    I am recovering from surgery and I so totally miss the ordinary. I can’t wait till I can lift up little smelly bodies again.
    I tended to take the ordinary for granted until it got interrupted.

  • sarahstew

    Hooray for living!! sometimes it can be so wearing, but some days you manage to make it through, victorious (by definition of “making it through!”) – in tandem effort with husband and fall exhausted, but blessed into bed… this post put a knowing smile on my face. Blessings!

  • http://www.madamerubies.com Heather

    Ha! What movie? We decided to do A Christmas Story last year and turned out to be a no-go. I had forgotten the language in that one until we sat down with the kiddos.

  • joanie

    Fun description!

  • Tressa

    inflated facts…
    Our son asked if “situational ethics” were allowed.

  • http://www.thegypsymama.com Lisa-Jo @thegypsymama

    As crazy as the former Soviet Union was – I’ve often thought those medals they gave out to mothers of many children – not so crazy after all!