After feeling myself get to a point I didnt want to be at I decided it was time to put myself in time out and I went to my bed and knelt down and prayed, and cried and pleaded with my Father in Heaven for the strength and energy and most important patience to make it through the rest of the day. I pleaded with him that I wouldnt just make it to the end of the day but that I would HAPPILY make it to the end of the day. That I wouldnt have to try to be a nice mommy and I wouldnt struggle to find the patience when it was needed but that I would already be there. When I closed my prayer I stayed there for a minute and waited. I felt the warmth overwhelm me and I knew my father had heard my pleading.
He also sent and angel in the from of this wonderful little man!
Tayton came walking into the room a few seconds after I was done, wearing a winter Mickey shoe and a flip flop, both on the wrong feet and smiled at me with his most adorable smile, the kind where his one little dimple is so prominent and his eyes are bright and twinkley and said “Hi momma, I cute!” Oh how I love that kid!
I knew from that moment on that I could handle whatever craziness was headed my way for the rest of the day. And it was all still there, the kids didnt change, the crazy didnt change, the messes still happened, the fighting and fit throwing and disobidience was still there but God had changed something in me and I was able to carry through with a smile on my face, a sweet voice coming out of my mouth, and a happy heart. I am blessed. I am loved. I am a mom and nothing is sweeter then that (except being a daughter of god and wife to a super wonderful, sexy man).
Landon had one of the roughest days. I think he is going through the beginning of summer blues (is that a thing? if it is he is totally in the midst of it). I think he was tired of being in the house all day and not being able to see friends, especially since he has been sick half of the first week of summer. He was having some crazy mood swings, in and out of being nice. I could tell was really working hard on listening until he wasnt. And of course we had some long talks about listening (and doing it the first time) and being a good example to his brothers. We talked about trying to follow (be like) Jesus and listen to the promptings of the spirit in his head. In the end he was sent to bed early (a whole 5 minutes) because the threw a fit about cleaning up the playroom and livingroom and in the end decided he didnt want to earn chore money for cleaning and when I told him he should go to his room to think about the fill extent of his choice, he threw a full out, jumping up and down screaming at the top of his lungs fit. I looked at him and said “I am very sad that this is your choice, because of this you need to go in your bed and think about how you are acting and we will talk in the morning.” He flailed his body the whole way up the stairs and he screamed and cried for daddy until he fell asleep. I hope one day he understands what I do for him is out of love and is only me trying to teach him (even though he thinks Im just being mean.)
This little lady, makes every day better. Even when she is teething she is still the most sweetest thing ever. She loves her tongue. She loves to talk, and she loves to spit. she loves to make me happy.