So far today I have gotten about every third thing wrong.
So far this week, 3 of my children have had stomach aches, 2 had fevers, one barfed.
So far, Timmy has had only one potty accident in over a week. I’m trying not to jinx it by hoping we’re over the potty-training hump.
So far today, I’ve laughed out loud at my very funny children and been so frustrated at my computer that I nearly cried.
Today, I finally got a first picking of black raspberries. Between the lack of rain and the cicadas, there may not as many good ones as last year. So sad.
So far this week, I’ve refused every board game request my children have made, but I did play baseball with the twins (parents vs. players as a final practice). I even got 3 hits.
So far today, I’ve been testy more than I wasn’t and still haven’t put away all of the groceries I bought yesterday. The kitchen is dirty from last night’s dinner. And I forgot to make the Jell-o I had planned for tonight’s dinner.
So far today, we had a really great swimming lesson with a new teacher. Except for the one who’d been barfing. She stayed with Grandma.
So far today I talked to my mom on the phone, but haven’t yet called back to confirm Meg’s dentist appointment on Thursday.
Today, I spent more time reading my book (I was almost done with the story) than reading my Bible.
Today, I remembered that God’s love for me isn’t measured in the number of black raspberries I pick or how well my computer works. I enjoyed the giant orange day lilies peeking out from under the berry canes. I saw a big brown toad.
Today, God hasn’t been one single bit concerned with what I did or did not get done. My grumpiness doesn’t scare Him off, and He rejoices over the few moments I remember His presence. He fills my days with good things and people I love (and who love me) and all the grace that a run-of-the-mill, overwhelming summer day requires.
And because of His grace, I will choose to stop whining and go play Uno. And maybe I’ll even clean the kitchen. Maybe.
