As the debacle that is having more than two children continues, I'm realising that my days can be easily divided into two categories. Naughty and Nice. Because you know, life is just like a toddler - sometimes it's cute and clean cut and wonderful and other times it's face is covered in snot and you need to wipe up some serious metaphorical boogers before you can face the world.
As I move through each day, I'm trying to remind myself that the stressful moments are just that, moments. They are relatively short lived, they WILL pass and they will (usually) be followed by some sort of calm.
In time, with some focus and intentionality I hope I can turn some of these 'Naughty' moments into nice ones, because every recalcitrant toddler can be tamed. And if that's the case, then so can my life.
Drinking my morning coffee whilst Dave is still at home - Nice
Packing the children into the car for absolutely ANY reason - Naughty
Watching the children have their swimming lesson - Nice
Dressing children after said swimming lesson and packing them into the car - Naughty
Having a pic-nic lunch in the sun - Nice
Insisting that the children have a quiet rest in their room and enduring the subsequent hour of tantrums - Naughty
Allowing said children out of their room and sending them out side to play - Nice
Having them return to the house after covering them selves in mud and releasing our 20 chooks and 3 rabbits - Naughty
Turning on iView and knowing that it will be on until Dave walks in the door - Nice
Telling Dave that the children flooded the garden, covered themselves in mud, released our 20 chooks and 3 rabbits and that he now has to locate, catch and contain them - Naughty
Preparing dinner while we all talk over one another - Nice
Getting kids bathed - Nice
Getting bathed kids into bed - REALLY Naughty
Pouring a G&T - Best part of my day.
Please tell me your life is a rambunctious toddler too. Tell me your house is a mess, your car is a mess, and your face is a mess. Go on. If you don't love me, lie to me.*
* a little Bon Jovi reference there for those of you who hit your straps in the 90's