It was a disaster. Even more so than earlier in the week when these crazy weather patterns caused Madi to wake up with biggest bloody nose I have ever seen and I almost passed out before putting every last shred of her bedding in the wash. We are on a roll here.
First of all, why is it so bright and sunny and inviting to wake up early in the morning during the summer, and then the minute school starts it is dark as night when it's time to get up? Sigh. Yesterday morning I woke up at 5:45 because I had to use the bathroom (young people, your day is coming). I should.have.just.gotten.up because I knew it wouldn't be long before my alarm went off. But it was so dark, and my bed was feeling so comfy, and it was Friday, and I wanted to enjoy just a few more minutes of sleep. Shortly thereafter when my alarm went off, I hit snooze on my old hand-me-down "Dream Machine" that used to belong to my parents and has to be at least 20 years old, if not more. (I have no idea why I don't just go to Target and buy a new alarm clock or just set my phone alarm like a normal 32 year old, but no, I use this vintage alarm clock that literally has wood paneling on it. I have issues.)
Anyway...I hit snooze, and the Dream Machine failed to wake me up 9 minutes later, or 9 minutes after that...instead my son walked in at 6:58 while I was in one of those deep sleeps of the exhausted, and was already running late. I stumbled out of bed and let me tell you, I was in a fog. So when I was getting a glass out of the cabinet for his orange juice and I saw that heavy glass from the high shelf coming down at me, I knew I should probably try to catch it, but my brain could not tell my hands to do it fast enough and glass hit granite in an ear-piercing shatter. So then I was half-asleep fumbling around with vacuum attachments, trying to clean up shards of glass and make sure no one cut their foot open and needed stitches on the fifth day of school.
By that point I was really running late. And girls, you know what that does to us moms. I start barking out orders and trying to get everyone to get a move on, but apparently I'm mute or speaking Portugese because no one seems to be hearing a word I'm saying. And I have all these ideas, ideas I think are pretty good - like Trevor brushing his teeth or Madi letting me brush her hair - but no one else seems to think they are as brilliant as I do. Instead, they want to do things like lie on the floor which only makes me more crazy.
By some small miracle, I got them ready in time and even stopped to snap a picture of them because they looked so cute no one would know that these beautiful children don't always listen to their mother, who is sometimes a raving lunatic holding a vacuum hose in one hand and hairbrush in another. And who uses an alarm clock from 1990.
After they left I sat down feeling like a loser mom, and it was only 7:40. And if I am honest, for some reason this past week was one where thoughts of the world's troubles and our own personal stresses kept threatening to surface. Do you ever have those weeks?
As I sat down, I opened one of my devotional books, Jesus Calling, and it took me to these verses...
John 16:33 These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation, but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.