Most mornings I get up with Kyle (without the snooze button and all. Preposterous!) to help get his things together for work, pack his lunch, and make his breakfast so that he can have a smooth morning out the door and wonderful "home" thoughts before leaving out into the work world. :)
Kyle's alarm went of this morning as he knocked it to the floor while it continued to make it's wretched noise, waking me up enough to notice the time on my clock: 5:50am. What? Kyle's alarm usually goes off at 6am! I am not a morning person at all so, of course, the morning stubbornness in me took over and I refused to get out of the bed until 6am. He got in the shower and I waited until 6:05am to get up. I met him in the bathroom as the shower facet turned off. I told him in my girlish attitude that his wife refuses to get out of the bed before 6am to get the day started. He laughed and said that he had purposely set my clock ahead so that I would start getting into bed earlier at night. I objected that my clock was accurate and that his clock time was early. He argued back with the same reply. I contested him again only adding that either way he has gypped me...either of an added few minutes of precious sleep in the mornings or shorting my back rubs at night! [Kyle has a rule, which I pushover every night, that if I want a back massage before sleep that I must get to bed early because his bedtime is strictly 10pm and he ceases all activities]. All he could do was hysterically laugh at me and my objections as he went to find one of our cell phones to verify the time! And for all of you who are wondering, my clock was accurate! ;)
I then proceeded to put on tennis shoes while wearing my bathrobe. Kyle gave me funny looks before starting to make fun of me. I mean, this doesn't happen, EVER! See...I have been little "Susie Homemaker" this week. I have done more cooking in just a couple days then I probably do in a week, so my barefooted feet hurt from standing in the kitchen for long periods of time and I needed some extra foot support, even to make Kyle's breakfast. He continued to laugh and we both just started laughing at all the morning humor and started our morning fun.
But after Kyle left for work, my day quickly changed. From the little things: running to the store at 8am for much needed baby items that we suddenly found ourselves out of and then forgetting to use the coupons we had at checkout. To the bigger things: having a cancellation at the last minute so I would have to take the girls with me to my hair appointment. The hairdresser didn't even have time to style my hair due to the synchronized crying coming from two baby onlookers (We hadn't even been there 15 minutes). To everything in between: no baby naps, terrible teething from both, calling customer service about misshipped babies' birthday invitations, and on down my list of crazy things gone wrong. Aye yi yi! And did I mention all the stares from ladies who thought I should know better than to bring babies into the salon.
Ugh.....
I'm a twin mom! I deal with this stuff all the time! It usually doesn't get to me like this. God, just a little grace today! It's one of those days! I kept thinking, 'God, what are you really trying to teach me here today? I'm just not open. It's a really hard day.'
It's one of those days. It's just one of those days....
:: Light bulb moment::
I have posted it before, you can listen here: One of Those Days by Danny Silk. I love the story! I choke up every time I hear it. The story entered my mind and I heard God whisper to my heart, 'Ashley, I'm so proud of you!'
He just wanted to love on me in the very moments/days that seemed the hardest and to remind me that 'He's so proud of me!'
Ahhhh....the day and all it's heaviness just seemed to break and my attitude quickly ceased fire.
Thanks, God, for loving me even when I am unlovable.
Joy comes in the Morning! Psalm 30:5
No crying over spilled milk, Mommy!
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