Some of our most difficult days are the ones I attempt to have simple rough draft for.
I don’t do specific times, etc. but I do enjoy the thought of having a “sort of” plan for the day. A rough draft.
The last couple of weeks have been rough between Jax and Alvi and their new phases they’re going through, and now it’s starting to affect Luci and her listening skills, too.
I thought for sure we’d get up today, do breakfast, chore, spend just a hair of time outside, and come in to spend the rest of the day enjoying being cool. Averi came early, so I figured they’d stay busy most of the day.
Alvi slept in her crib until four, but shortly after bringing her into my bed she decided to sit up, rear herself backwards, and launch full force at my face with her mouth open. God only knows what possessed her to do this, but I now have a decent little cut on my nose and a fair amount of swelling. I’m honestly just thankful it didn't turn black and blue.
This morning we only watered and fed the chickens. It was cool and dark out and there was no way it wasn’t going to rain.
It didn’t rain. It’s now 100 some degrees out and I’m not going to water until this evening.
The kids begged and begged to stay out for a little while, so I allowed it, only to have them fight and bicker the whole time. Heat does not do them well, and I’m finally accepting we can’t be outside as much as I would prefer to be.
This is the first summer in roughly 5 years I’ve not been pregnant, had an infant, and no breastfeeding. I want to do all the things, and it’s just not working out that way so it’s easy to get disappointed. I have to remind myself that my children are small and have limits. It does no good to anyone to try and push them and not respect that they can’t always handle all of the things we as adults can. We have to remember they’re important and their mental health is just as ours, and they should know that at a young age so they can know and trust that firmly as adults.
I wanted to have the drawing done for the giveaway in my group for the blog done this morning so people could receive their prizes and boost their day. It happened, but I was also losing my mind the entire time I was trying to get it done.
Brett was able to head back for his next load through town and he surprised us with a quick visit. The kids were ecstatic to see him, as was I, and they were beyond impressed with his big old truck. They didn’t want to get out and not get to go with him. Even if it was only for a minute, getting to see him was a breath of fresh air.
Alvi fell part of the way down the stairs, I caught her before she hit the bottom. Jax is trying to clean his hands because they’re covered, absolutely covered in gum. Averi asked me for a roll of paper towels and I handed her a garbage bag. Lunch is in the oven and then it’s off to naps for the three littles so I can attempt to recoup some of my sanity. Lord, have mercy.
We got invited to go swimming with Auntie Kait, but who knows what time the mail will get here and our suits are finally coming today. We‘re also stuck waiting around on a “fix it” person because the air is only functioning in half the house. So, the kids get to see me sashaying through the house in spankies, and I just don’t care because I’m too damn hot. Someday they’ll understand. I hope.
The point of me professing all of this is to help remind you that the best way to be on a day with no set plans, is to have no rough draft. Don’t take time to have big, important expectations for your day. Let the day roll however it may. The stress will be so much less when the day doesn’t go according to plan. As my dad would say, fly by the seat of your pants.
The air guy came and because we have a different system than most, whatever it’s called, we most likely have a clog in one of the ducts and that makes it insanely difficult to trace and find exactly where it is and remove it. My big option was to plug some of our extra holes on the end of the house that has plenty of air to try and push it more to the other end. Oh, and I can use a shop vac and stick it to the holes in the ceiling and hope it pulls the clog out. I’m just too afraid of what the clog might be. So, I’ll let Brett handle that when he gets home.
We did indeed end up going swimming, and maybe it’s laziness that I’m not going back to change wording in the first half of the blog, but this is real life. I don’t have people who help me write or come up with content, people who moderate the group with me, etc. I’m a mama who tends to be running the show at home while Brett is out being a wonderful bread winner and husband. It takes two, but most always not in the same place at the same time.
We got home late, late late, so the kids out on jammies and went straight to bed. As the mom, I was the last to get to change out of my wet clothes, and that was well after the kids had gotten into bed.
This is the second night in a row I had intentions of popping myself my own bag of popcorn, having an ice cold soda, and starting a new book. Maybe some mama’s can do that, but I’m simply exhausted and the best thing for my sanity is to get some really good sleep so we can start fresh in the morning.
I won’t lie, I’m going to bed tonight praying for a good, heavy rain as I sit and watch the lightening and listen to the thunder. I would so love another morning where I only have to go out to tend to the chickens and maybe attempt to have a true, honest mental health day.
There’s nothing I love more than going to bed listening to a thunderstorm.