Last week...

my husband worked late every night except Friday.
The kids missed dad.
I did too!

My patience was wearing a little thin by Friday Thursday. Yes, I did pretty well until Thursday morning.

Thursday went something like this...

The blankets weren't folded, I exploded.
There were Lego's covering my dining room table, I threatened to cancel 'The Cable'.
Jackets were left on the floor, I almost kicked them out the door.
Toothpaste was plastered on the mirror, I heard the boys mutter 'Steer Clear, mom is near!'
Pancake syrup dripped on the chairs, I was about to pull out my last remaining hairs.
My two year old was quite demanding, I did plenty of reprimanding.
Nap time was hours away, my hair was beginning to gray.
The boys, well they were boys, and their pencils seem to make great toys.
Ahh, finally, lunch time was here, maybe this would bring back my cheer.
But wait, what did I see? Why is there a spider in my tea?
Collect yourself (mom), it is fake, and at least it wasn't a worm-snake.
Will this day ever end?
Isn't there an activity could we attend????
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Can you relate?
It's almost funny in hind sight.
None of this matters in the long run, so why was it HUGE in the moment?
Honestly, I know it was me, my attitude and my choice the day turned out that way. I was the adult, who lost sight of what really matters.

I'm reading a book called 'Grace Based Parenting'. 'Grace' was no where to be found Thursday. Luckily, after devotions, prayer and an attitude adjustment (on my end), Friday went much better.
I am thankful my Heavenly Father doesn't lose the 'Grace' He has offered to me. When I am careless, or just acting like a kid in adult clothes, God is right there to accept me the way I am. God doesn't rub my mistakes in my face, He doesn't say things He later regrets. He is right beside me to help me get back on track. He greets me with open arms, and I am thankful for that!