Easter Recap: Some things never go as planned
I hope everyone had a marvelous Easter this past weekend! Holidays are my favorite times to go through social media and fill up my ‘love bucket’ from sweet pictures of other families spending time together and being all around ‘Hallmark-y’. Oh, and THE BABIES ♥♥♥!!! I don’t know about you guys, but I’m in the life stage where my Facebook and Instagram are full of all things baby and kids. It makes my heart melt.
Anyway, Easter for my family is a little interesting, as are all Sunday holidays for us. My hubby is a pastor on staff at our church, so Easter is like one of the BIGGEST weekends he works. It’s very powerful and uplifting to see so many come together and celebrate the resurrection of Jesus! I love our church, everyone on staff and everyone who attends. My kids love it too! It’s just that I spend every Sunday morning getting the kids ready and out the door on time for service by myself. I’ve gotten used to it and I've learned that I will most likely already be exhausted by the time I sit down for service:) That's just how our family schedule goes... It’s just second nature now. However, it does make it a little hard on those Sunday holidays when I'm trying to get the kids to look nicer than the usual already-stained-and-messed-up-hair-by-the-time-we-get-to-church ensemble. I always find myself planning out in my head exactly how the mornings and afternoons should go, and I honestly don’t know why I still do this!
My day started off with attitude when my 5 year old (who I’ve explained is like a teenager in a post a month ago), first saw the little bag of Easter sweets I put together for my hubby and thought it was hers. When I politely explained they weren't hers, before I could tell her to go look for her own, I got the biggest eye roll and foot stomp of my life! I got the whole thing on camera.
As the sass slowly calmed down when she saw her own basket, I started dealing with my hangry almost-3-year-old simultaneously screaming for breakfast while insisting I help him open every piece of candy in his basket. My shortcomings as a human that can only do one thing at a time came to light and he was NOT happy. This issue continued 5 minutes later when he asked me to put one of his new press-on-tattoos on his arm, but didn't want to sit still long enough for it to actually be pressed on.
Oh, and did I mention I forgot about the bagels in the toaster at this point? They got burnt... only a little, but just enough that Sassy would not eat it. So then I spent 30 minutes trying to explain to her that I cannot, in good conscience, allow her to eat her candy if she doesn't eat regular food first.
You guys, this was all before 8:00 am.
After spending the rest of the morning showering (BTW, Sassy and Hangry barged in on me 6 times during a 15 minute shower) and putting myself together, and arguing about opening yet another piece of candy and trying to keep Sassy and Hangry from killing each other, I finally got around to getting the munchkins dressed. But wait, I also forgot to mention Hangry is still potty training so I was interrupted at one point to clean poop out of underwear. And Sassy changed her dress for a third time.
By the time I got us in the car I was sweating my makeup off (why do I even try).
We got to church and my worst fear from an earlier text was confirmed. The hubby was locked up in his office barfing his guts up. BUT WHYYYYY??? I know I speak for everyone when I say this, but why does my family get sick at the most inopportune times?
I bribed my kids with donut holes to get to class and nursery, praying Hangry wouldn't poop his pants for just the next hour.
After church, my sweet and loving husband who always strives to make me happy, slapped a smile on his face for one family picture. I adore him. Then he proceeded to go straight home and pass out in bed for the rest of the day.
Since we went to the late service, my adorable sweet son who thrives on his daily nap, did not get the opportunity to take one.... so there's that. Thank God for my awesome brother-in-law who lives with us because he had a stellar lunch ready for us when we got home! And by stellar, I mean stuffed chicken, corn on the cob and garlic bread.... which means another round of fighting the kids to at least take one flipping bite.
The remainder of my day consisted of me slowly fading... the napless munchkins followed me around everywhere asking for more candy, I ran to the store for Gatorade and chicken soup for the hubby and had to let Sassy tag along in order to give both munchkins a break from each other.
Needless to say, bedtime came early. Luckily they didn't fight it and passed out pretty fast.
As I got comfy in front of the TV with the remote FINALLY to myself, I had a major flash of guilt. I had been so exhausted all day trying to control what I had envisioned for my family, that I ended up yelling way too much and completely missed the point of what this day was supposed to be about. Who CARES if it wasn't all rainbows and unicorns... the fact that I can have bad days filled with guilt and yet still receive grace and forgiveness for all my bad choices is all because of what Jesus did for us.
I have a confession: I'm a mom, who doesn't have it all together. I struggle daily with being disappointed in myself for not creating a picture perfect life with my family. I'm a work in progress. And I can honestly tell you the main thing I'm working on right now is coming to terms with the fact that some things never go as planned.... and that's true for ALL OF PARENTHOOD.
Anyway, Easter for my family is a little interesting, as are all Sunday holidays for us. My hubby is a pastor on staff at our church, so Easter is like one of the BIGGEST weekends he works. It’s very powerful and uplifting to see so many come together and celebrate the resurrection of Jesus! I love our church, everyone on staff and everyone who attends. My kids love it too! It’s just that I spend every Sunday morning getting the kids ready and out the door on time for service by myself. I’ve gotten used to it and I've learned that I will most likely already be exhausted by the time I sit down for service:) That's just how our family schedule goes... It’s just second nature now. However, it does make it a little hard on those Sunday holidays when I'm trying to get the kids to look nicer than the usual already-stained-and-messed-up-hair-by-the-time-we-get-to-church ensemble. I always find myself planning out in my head exactly how the mornings and afternoons should go, and I honestly don’t know why I still do this!
My day started off with attitude when my 5 year old (who I’ve explained is like a teenager in a post a month ago), first saw the little bag of Easter sweets I put together for my hubby and thought it was hers. When I politely explained they weren't hers, before I could tell her to go look for her own, I got the biggest eye roll and foot stomp of my life! I got the whole thing on camera.
As the sass slowly calmed down when she saw her own basket, I started dealing with my hangry almost-3-year-old simultaneously screaming for breakfast while insisting I help him open every piece of candy in his basket. My shortcomings as a human that can only do one thing at a time came to light and he was NOT happy. This issue continued 5 minutes later when he asked me to put one of his new press-on-tattoos on his arm, but didn't want to sit still long enough for it to actually be pressed on.
Oh, and did I mention I forgot about the bagels in the toaster at this point? They got burnt... only a little, but just enough that Sassy would not eat it. So then I spent 30 minutes trying to explain to her that I cannot, in good conscience, allow her to eat her candy if she doesn't eat regular food first.
You guys, this was all before 8:00 am.
After spending the rest of the morning showering (BTW, Sassy and Hangry barged in on me 6 times during a 15 minute shower) and putting myself together, and arguing about opening yet another piece of candy and trying to keep Sassy and Hangry from killing each other, I finally got around to getting the munchkins dressed. But wait, I also forgot to mention Hangry is still potty training so I was interrupted at one point to clean poop out of underwear. And Sassy changed her dress for a third time.
By the time I got us in the car I was sweating my makeup off (why do I even try).
We got to church and my worst fear from an earlier text was confirmed. The hubby was locked up in his office barfing his guts up. BUT WHYYYYY??? I know I speak for everyone when I say this, but why does my family get sick at the most inopportune times?
I bribed my kids with donut holes to get to class and nursery, praying Hangry wouldn't poop his pants for just the next hour.
After church, my sweet and loving husband who always strives to make me happy, slapped a smile on his face for one family picture. I adore him. Then he proceeded to go straight home and pass out in bed for the rest of the day.
Since we went to the late service, my adorable sweet son who thrives on his daily nap, did not get the opportunity to take one.... so there's that. Thank God for my awesome brother-in-law who lives with us because he had a stellar lunch ready for us when we got home! And by stellar, I mean stuffed chicken, corn on the cob and garlic bread.... which means another round of fighting the kids to at least take one flipping bite.
The remainder of my day consisted of me slowly fading... the napless munchkins followed me around everywhere asking for more candy, I ran to the store for Gatorade and chicken soup for the hubby and had to let Sassy tag along in order to give both munchkins a break from each other.
Needless to say, bedtime came early. Luckily they didn't fight it and passed out pretty fast.
As I got comfy in front of the TV with the remote FINALLY to myself, I had a major flash of guilt. I had been so exhausted all day trying to control what I had envisioned for my family, that I ended up yelling way too much and completely missed the point of what this day was supposed to be about. Who CARES if it wasn't all rainbows and unicorns... the fact that I can have bad days filled with guilt and yet still receive grace and forgiveness for all my bad choices is all because of what Jesus did for us.
I have a confession: I'm a mom, who doesn't have it all together. I struggle daily with being disappointed in myself for not creating a picture perfect life with my family. I'm a work in progress. And I can honestly tell you the main thing I'm working on right now is coming to terms with the fact that some things never go as planned.... and that's true for ALL OF PARENTHOOD.
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