Monday, February 10, 2014

It's a Redo Kind of Day

I woke up this morning with an overwhelming sense of dread and monotony. This is odd for me because, well, I love monotony. I don’t like change and I’m pretty content with one day being like the last. But something felt different today. I got up with the alarm, made lunches, got the girls ready for school, same as last Monday, and the same as tomorrow. It all seemed rather futile. I make a lunch today just to make an identical one tomorrow. I washed and dried a load of clothes only to find that a chapstick somehow got in with the load and it all has to be rewashed in hopes that it can be removed. I vacuumed the house, just like I do every Monday only to have to redo it when Playdoh littered the floor. Then I did it again when the baby dumped a whole bag of chips all over the kitchen. Flash forward a few hours to when I returned from my dance class and there is biscuit from dinner all over every floor of my house. So, tomorrow morning, I’ll be vacuuming again. Then there’s dinner. I made dinner as I usually do, aaaand, nobody liked it as they normally do. So, then I had to make another dinner for them all to eat. (Now, before you get all I-know-how-to-parent-better-than-you on me, they’re all on antibiotics and had to eat something before their nightly dose and I just didn’t want to force food down everyone’s throat.)

Anyway, you get the picture. Redo, redo, redo. Everything seems pointless. I do it just to have to do it again. It’s more than a little frustrating. But as I was mentally rehashing my day I realized that it’s really not pointless. I’ve got five sets of little eyes watching me. By redoing I’m teaching them that when things fall apart you pick yourself back up and keep trying. I’m teaching them that when you make a mess you pick it up, as tedious as it might be to force preschoolers to pick up Playdoh and chip crumbs. I’m teaching them by my reaction (Oh dear Jesus, help me with that one) what attitude to have when things don’t go the way you want them to.


I guess in retrospect my day wasn’t as futile as I thought; frustrating, yes, but not futile. So, I’m going to go to bed and get up tomorrow where there are new mercies and grace, and hopefully I’ll be back to my old self and look forward to the monotony.

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