Yesterday I woke up with this going through my head. I had fallen asleep thinking about baby names and I assumed it came from that. HA! Little did I know I would be desperately clinging to that today. God gave that to me to prepare me, I needed him as my strength. Here's what our day has looked like:
I am almost 32 weeks pregnant and starting to swell due to this lovely 84 degree humid May weather. I haven't slept well, and woke up sore all over. Yesterday we had a hot day with practically no naps and late bedtime. As you can imagine, we were a little whiny when we rolled out of bed near 7 this morning.
Thao began his day by testing me with EVERY little thing. Things that didn't even matter. It was a control issue and my final straw was when he almost hurt Ava. We dealt with it with a time out and then it was over.
Then he wrote on the wall. Seriously, my almost 5 year old just wrote on the wall again. I cried. He cried. Jeff helped me deal with this one. He scrubbed the wall while Ava and I put clothes away and searched for her shoes.
I wrote to Jeff, "I don't understand why I can't handle things today. I feel so weak."
Okay, so now it's almost 11 and we are FINALLY going outside. We were outside for 2 minutes and we decided to fix lunch and go back out.
So, I have to use the bathroom every 2 minutes because I have a 4 pound child sitting on my bladder.I ran to the bathroom and the kids wanted to "help" by getting lunch out of the refrigerator. Suddenly I hear Ava having another meltdown. She had tried to get the yogurt out of the fridge. It was higher than her head. I met her in the hallway, she was covered in yogurt. I pulled her into the bathroom, Thao was in the background explaining what happened. Ava was too upset to talk. Then she said "uh oh". Yep, she had an accident. So now she was covered head to toe in yogurt, standing in a puddle and upset because she got her shoes "bleh".
Thao being very sympathetic (and eager to eat lunch and get outside) ran upstairs to get her some clean clothes. He came down with 1 pair of shorts, underwear, 1 pair of pants and a sweater. He went back up to get a t shirt for her while I started to help her get dressed. On his way back down, he tripped and fell almost all the way down. My pregnant self was too slow to catch him. All I could do was quickly pray he didn't crash into the bathroom mirror sitting in the "safest" spot at the bottom of the stairs. (I thought this week would be a good one to start repainting the bathroom.) Whew...he didn't crash. So, kisses and hugs....finish dressing Ava. Drink more water.
Clean up the yogurt.
Fix lunch.
Go back outside.
20 minutes (and 3 more meltdowns) later.....
Trek back inside. Move the fans, get more ice water, watch Dick Van Dyke and rest.
Next time I'll take it as a fair warning. "The Joy of the Lord IS MY STRENGTH" Thank you, Lord, for listening to my breakdowns, your patience, and most of all your strength. For a while there, I didn't know if I was going to make it!
I am almost 32 weeks pregnant and starting to swell due to this lovely 84 degree humid May weather. I haven't slept well, and woke up sore all over. Yesterday we had a hot day with practically no naps and late bedtime. As you can imagine, we were a little whiny when we rolled out of bed near 7 this morning.
Thao began his day by testing me with EVERY little thing. Things that didn't even matter. It was a control issue and my final straw was when he almost hurt Ava. We dealt with it with a time out and then it was over.
Then he wrote on the wall. Seriously, my almost 5 year old just wrote on the wall again. I cried. He cried. Jeff helped me deal with this one. He scrubbed the wall while Ava and I put clothes away and searched for her shoes.
I wrote to Jeff, "I don't understand why I can't handle things today. I feel so weak."
Okay, so now it's almost 11 and we are FINALLY going outside. We were outside for 2 minutes and we decided to fix lunch and go back out.
So, I have to use the bathroom every 2 minutes because I have a 4 pound child sitting on my bladder.I ran to the bathroom and the kids wanted to "help" by getting lunch out of the refrigerator. Suddenly I hear Ava having another meltdown. She had tried to get the yogurt out of the fridge. It was higher than her head. I met her in the hallway, she was covered in yogurt. I pulled her into the bathroom, Thao was in the background explaining what happened. Ava was too upset to talk. Then she said "uh oh". Yep, she had an accident. So now she was covered head to toe in yogurt, standing in a puddle and upset because she got her shoes "bleh".
Thao being very sympathetic (and eager to eat lunch and get outside) ran upstairs to get her some clean clothes. He came down with 1 pair of shorts, underwear, 1 pair of pants and a sweater. He went back up to get a t shirt for her while I started to help her get dressed. On his way back down, he tripped and fell almost all the way down. My pregnant self was too slow to catch him. All I could do was quickly pray he didn't crash into the bathroom mirror sitting in the "safest" spot at the bottom of the stairs. (I thought this week would be a good one to start repainting the bathroom.) Whew...he didn't crash. So, kisses and hugs....finish dressing Ava. Drink more water.
Clean up the yogurt.
Fix lunch.
Go back outside.
20 minutes (and 3 more meltdowns) later.....
Trek back inside. Move the fans, get more ice water, watch Dick Van Dyke and rest.
Next time I'll take it as a fair warning. "The Joy of the Lord IS MY STRENGTH" Thank you, Lord, for listening to my breakdowns, your patience, and most of all your strength. For a while there, I didn't know if I was going to make it!