"Mommy, can I get up yet?" was the first thing I heard.
I slowly opened my eyes in a half sleep state of mind, and tried to figure out what time it was.
I knew one thing was for sure, it was still dark outside. I don't know about you, but in this abode, no sun=no waking up.
However, Jack (3) is the earliest riser in this house.
I keep wondering why I thought that it would get easier with each little that came along. He's the hardest on so many different levels. Don't get me wrong, I'm blessed to be call Mama by that boy, but I don't mess around when I say that he's brought me to my knees.
I realized that I was still sleeping on the sofa. I was up late, which is what happens when Kevin is traveling for work. I just find it nearly impossible to settle comfortably at night when I am alone at night with the 3 boys.
I quickly ran upstairs in hopes of getting him back to sleep before his booming voice that kept repeating, "Mommy" woke the other 2 boys up.
Despite my efforts to coerse him back to sleep, he was ready to go downstairs. So I begrugingly headed down with him.
I was not happy about it.
And that attitude stuck with me throughout the morning as I prepped breakfast and lunches and took the two older boys to school. I found myself grubbling and complaining in my head about every task.
Then as I pulled into the garage, this popped into my head.
This is the day the LORD has made. We will rejoice and be glad in it.
Yes, I was up early. Yes, I was exhausted. Yes, Jack and Charlie were fighting over the dragon castle knight. Yes, I had to rush to get ready for MOPS even though I wanted to crawl into my bed and shut myself off from it all.
But, this is the day the LORD has made...
What a precious gift.
No, I will not take that for granted. I have a choice about how I will use that gift today.
we will rejoice and be glad in it...