I am like most moms. I have my limits, I know there are "those times" when I get frustrated and if I can just move through it, I will be ok. When I am trying to make breakfast, lunch, dinner or any number of snacks...I can become completely unglued as the house seems to explode with krazy kids!
SpongeBob Mac and Cheese was boiling for lunch, Timothy was going from a whimper to a wail, Sarah was in the tub yelling for me to come rinse her hair and Nathan was being a Kling On and whining about gum.(what's new??) There was a choice to be made. I was at a crossroads. I could yell at the top of my lungs, "Nathan, Sarah, Timothy! Knock it off!"(Like that will meet their needs and make me feel so much better!?) A song popped into my head. I wish I could say it was a hymn or some Contemporary Christian tune. It was a Phil Collins song.
Oh, think twice it's just
another day for you and me
in Paradise. Oh, think twice
it's just another day for you,
you and me in Paradise.
Think about it.
I sang at the top of my lungs, rinsed Sarah's hair, put Nathan up to the table and burped Timmers. Paradise!
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"Therefore, whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do all to the glory of God" when the kids at work are like "Sara, Jacob hit me, Lance is teasing, Danny, isn't my friend, Angela's picking her nose, Jacob hit me again, Calvin threw up etc..." not always, but more often I break out in some song or next time I'm trying that "I'm throwing a tantrum on the floor and we'll see how you act!"
Nice job Karli, way to push past the pain--ooh are we in the delivery room again?
Pete and I usually sing "Just another day in paradise" byPhil Vasaar-DAILY. It goes, "kids screamin', phone ringin',dog barkin at the mailman Bringin' that stack of bills,Overdue, good mornin' baby how are you....there goes the washing machine, honey don't kick it promise I'll fix it, along with 'bout a million other things"....It's OK, it's so nice, just another day in paradise/And there's no place I'd rather be/Two hearts, one dream, I wouldn't trade it for anything/ And I ask the Lord every night, oh/ For just another day in paradise....and on it goes with the frozen pizza and kids in your bed at night.....Cheers sister!
De ja vu. About 16 years ago I had a remarkably similar experience. I don't remember particulars except that there were four children under the age of five, the bathroom was involved, and there was a lot of crying. I walked away from it, went in my room and loudly sang, "Oh be joyful, oh be jubilant, put your sorrows far away. Come rejoice and sing together this happy day." Then I returned to the mayhem, fixed everyone's problems, and taught them the song. It's sung in a three part round and became a favorite in our house.
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