Yesterday started out a major grump fest…tears galore and Mama was not handling it well.
I was trying to hustle the kids out the door. They would not be hustled. I wanted to make our hour-ish drive to the milk farm for our co-op early so we could meet some friends at the zoo. It was supposed to be for them, but then I realized that my snippiness and their tears were not a good match and it wasn’t really about them. It was about me and what I wanted to do. They wanted to relax into their morning and I wanted them to just. get. going. I was being selfish, crabby, far too stern, and frankly, ridiculous.
Then the sun came out.
I took a deep breath. I called my friend and told her there was n o w a y we were going to be back in time to meet up with her. Then I remembered to pray. (why I can’t remember to do that before I start getting peevish I’ll never know!
We got our milk and I had a nice chat with one of my favorite farmers. We called our cousin to see if she wanted to go to the Children’s Discovery Center with us. We had a very nice time.
The change in my attitude was not the deciding factor. But it was a major one.
Mamas, we have a lot of power over what goes on in our house. One of my favorite quotes from one of my favorite movies:
Toula Portokalos: Ma, Dad is so stubborn. What he says goes. “Ah, the man is the head of the house!”
Maria Portokalos: Let me tell you something, Toula. The man is the head, but the woman is the neck. And she can turn the head any way she wants.