I sent my husband an email earlier today and told him someone should take my "mommy certification" away. I have failed in so many, many ways this week. I told him it has been a week of epic failures. In the last week I've fallen short daily and I step back and shake my head, wondering why on earth God gave me these three little ones (two of whom are toddlers at the same time).
I'll air some of my "dirty laundry" just to give you an idea of what has transpired this week. These things have all happened since Sunday, so just five short days...
- I took Joshua and Grace on an errand. I put the kids in the stroller and shopped around the store. At some point Joshua removed his shoe and threw it on the floor. I had no idea. As I continued to shop a complete stranger approached me. They'd found his shoe and sweetly looked around the store trying to locate a toddler with just one shoe. They found me and returned the shoe--that I had no idea I'd lost.
- I've lost my temper and patience with the kids a myriad of times this week, raising my voice, becoming frustrated, speaking to them with harshness. You know, all those unbecoming things.
- Somewhere between here and the post office I lost Grace's hair bow. She likes to throw them out the side of the stroller and I am generally rather vigilant about this because I don't like re-making hair bows. Well, today she got one past me. I sure hope someone with a sweet little girl picks it up off the ground and uses it--I'd hate for it to go to waste.
- I dropped an ibuprofen on the floor without realizing it at the time. When I DID realize it and went back to retrieve it, I discovered several clues that led me to believe Gracie Beth had eaten it. I had to call poison control...rather sheepishly...and admit I thought my child had eaten an adult dose of ibuprofen. Thankfully the poison control people are very nice (and non-judgmental) and sweetly told me that one pill of adult ibuprofen is basically two doses of the baby stuff. She was going to be fine. They told me with a baby her weight it would take about 11 pills to do any harm. PHEW. She certainly had not eaten 11. Just one.
- While playing outside this morning I cleaned rocks out of Joshua's mouth twice. You'd think after the first bunch of rocks and muddy drool, I'd know to really watch him around the rocks, but within the time of about 10 minutes he managed to fill his mouth twice. Go mommy. Guess we won't be surprised if we find rocks in his diaper this week....
- I attempted to clean the master bathroom while the kids were awake today. I have to clean the master bathroom while everyone is up because Joshua still naps in the master bedroom. No nap time cleaning in there. While I was cleaning, Joshua managed to re-set the alarm clocks in our room and turn over the bed side lamp we have in there. No major damage, right?
- Prior to the alarm clock and lamp incident, my very astute four year old came running into the room and told me Joshua had chemicals and was dumping them out. WHAT?!! I put all the chemicals up high--right? Apparently not high enough. I abandon cleaning to find Joshua has happily squirted toilet bowl cleaner in the hall and in the living room. Thankfully I caught him before he managed to squirt the couch (or eat any, for that matter).
- Rather boldly I returned to cleaning the bathroom. You'd think I'd know better, right? Gracie happily enters the room gnawing away at something. What is that?! Oh dear...she's eaten half a....what IS that? A post-it note? Yup, it was a post-it note Chris had on his nightstand. Sorry honey....hope it wasn't an important note because half of it is now in Grace's belly.
- Oh, I could go on and on, but I don't want to alarm you with my many failures.
My husband knows me so well. He wrote back to my e-mail and sweetly said, well, this is the way life is supposed to go! If it all went smooth, we'd think we could do it without God! Then he rather sweetly said many of my items on my list made him laugh out loud.
You know, he is SO right. This IS how life is supposed to go because we simply cannot make it in life without God! My utter failures this week (and who am I kidding? This may be a list of failures from this week, but I fail every...single....day) point me to the cross. I cannot do it alone. I will fall short....every time. I cannot be perfect, I cannot be super mom. I need a Savior. Oh, thank you Lord, that you have provided me with an answer! Thank you Lord, for sending me your Son that I might be forgiven of: losing my patience, yelling, allowing Grace to eat random things, failing to catch Joshua eating rocks, not keeping toilet bowl cleaner in the toilet where it belongs....
Perhaps in the midst of all this God is telling me the answer to my question. Why did He grant me the blessing of these three precious little lives? Why did He see fit to give me TWO at once? So that I could fail. So I could daily find my utter dependence on Him. To experience weeks of "epic failure" to show me how desperately I need epic grace.