Someone call Whine One One

The month of May has been a tough one.  It was easy to let myself fall into a minor slump.  The children challenged me, our house seemed to be rejecting us, and the heat almost drove me out of my mind.

My youngest daughter, Ginger, has made it her mission to really put everything she has into this 'terrible two year old' thing.  She had been cruising by with the usual "NO"s and typical boundary testing, but now that she is halfway through the year, she seems to have decided to go all in.  She wants "Mama to do it!"  And that means she wants me to do everything and answer all her questions and be there all the time.  No one else will do.  (Daddy is not in love with this stage any more that Mama.)  She screams for me to accompany her on all trips to the bathroom to "help" her only to refuse my help and demand privacy.  Nap time is the real cherry on top of the day.  The only thing harder than getting her down for the nap, is getting her up from one.  Heaven forbid I need to run an errand or take her sister to dance class after nap time!  I will let you imagine the horrors for yourself.

If the trials of mothering a two year old and her sparring partner are no enough, we have seen the passing of not one but two refrigerators.  We like to kill our appliances in twos...it has always served us well in the past.  My wine cooler and an ice chest on the porch are standing in as we wait on parts.  Our perishable foods that are no longer safe with us have been sent to better homes. 

I know that these trials of life (along with the sad solitary window unity in the living room that is trying to cool this little house in record breaking heat) will be fondly thought of one day.  Sometimes I just lose sight of those things.  I was having a hard time packing up for our Mother's Day beach trip, thinking of all the things we had going on and pouting about the strain all the home repairs were making on our pocketbook.  After a pep talk from my husband, I was able to get it together and pull the crazy train into PCB for the most beautiful weekend we have spent at the beach in years.  It was truly a gift from God, just like everyday I get to stay home with my wonderful children that make me want to hug them and pull my hair out at the same time, and ever morning I get to wake up next to my understanding husband who tries to make me laugh through the tears.

"Because of the Lords great love we are not consumed,

 for his compassions never fail. 

They are new every morning;

 great is your faithfulness."

Lamentations 3:22-23