Last week I was on a luxurious vacation. A vacation where I stayed at home but my parents were visiting as well as my brother and sister-in-law.
Last week was amazing. Bennett got lots of cuddles from Uncle David and Orelia spent countless hours doing her Goodnight Moon puzzle with Aunt Kathi. Orelia read books with Grandpa and Bennett went for walks with Noni.
This week has been rocky. Instead of making sarcastic "mother of the year" jokes like I might on another occasion, I am owning up to a bad couple of days, and I vow to try harder tomorrow. Rather than sighing when Orelia asked to be picked up, I will be grateful she wants me to hold her. And when she is disobeying me, I will try to redirect her to another activity without taking her actions as a personal affront. My back will be sore from holding Bennett while bending over to pick up markers dropped and to velcro shoes into place. It takes a lot of work to hold your tongue when you're angry and to enthusiastically play when you're exhausted, but tomorrow I will try harder because my kids deserve more than what I've been giving them. I'm grateful that I have tomorrow with them to try harder.