My Job

Today was one of "those" days.  Ainsley woke me up at 5am trying to convince me that it was morning and she was ready to get up (blast that Minnesota sun).  I was already sleeping without sheets thanks to the same child having an accident on our bed during the night. 

Before 9am Will had been into a small tube of toothpaste (still not sure where he got it from because we know this kid and all toothpaste is up very very high) and had covered his head, the counter, and a brush (from trying to brush his hair).  He had also taken a steak knife (from the dishwasher) to my foam kitchen rug, and written with pen on the leather couch that I have had in my house less than 48 hours.  This kid is....(still looking for a good word).

My water, this morning, was coming out orange (reminiscent of Indiana days) and when I ran downstairs to change the laundry (my sheets from earlier mentioned accident) I was greeted with orange streaked white sheets, fresh from the dryer.  When I called the city to see what was going on, Ainsley threw a massive fit so loud that I had to lock myself in my bedroom so I could hear the man on the other end. 

Not the best day I have ever had. 

Later in the morning, Will stepped in dog poop, dumped cup fulls of dog food all over the garage floor, and Ainsley peed her pants in the entryway of our house.  During all the madness a friend showed up and casually mentioned that "this" was the reason she did not want to be a stay-at-home mom.  I couldn't blame her.  It seemed like every five minutes something was being destroyed, or another major mess was being made.  I barely finished cleaning up one mess before another was created. 

But, her comment kept me thinking.  I love my job.  I love my kids.  Not that the two have to go hand in hand but luckily, for me, they do.  Another blessing, these days are few and far between.  We have bad days but not like today, at least not often. 

I decided during lunch that nap time would wait 20 minutes longer while we snuggled and read together on the couch.  We all needed it and the feeling in our home changed.  Ainsley was practically begging for a nap and Will went down easily as well.  2 1/2 hours later I was showered, and Reagan and I had spent quality time playing together.  Our day still followed in its awesome fashion (more accidents, and Will managed to find yet another pen and draw on our upholstered chair) but the mood was different. 

As I snuggled Reagan to sleep on the couch tonight I felt complete peace, tired peace and joy in my job.  Oh how I love these little ones.  And now I am off to spend some time with Ainsley.  The girl had a great nap and still has a couple hours ahead of her.