Some Days

Some days are not about accomplishing anything extraordinary.  They are simply about trying to endure the ordinary.  Some days as a mother are not about instilling quality character traits or creating memories full of laughter for your children.  Some are just about making it to bedtimes without totally losing it on them.  Some days are not about exceptional spirituality;  they’re just about trying not to cuss too much when you pray.  Some days things are just hard . . . attitudes are terrible, computers won’t cooperate, messes are made more quickly than usual, and the four walls of your home seem suddenly much more like a jail than a place of homemaking freedom.  Some days are just about gritty survival.

I must admit, I am in the middle of one of those very days.  In fact, at 11:15 am this morning, I found myself running to my upstairs bedroom and hiding so that I wouldn’t explode and angrily say something I would regret to one of my kids.  Literally, hiding.  Not a good sign when you haven’t even made it to lunch.  

But, as I head into the evening hours, I take a small measure of comfort in this:  my someday will soon be another day.  My tomorrow does not have to be a repeat of today, and this day, while horrible, does not define my life. 

Thank heavens for that.

So, if it’s one of those days for you, whether you are a frazzled mother or a grieving daughter or an exhausted wife, take heart.  It’s a guarantee that tomorrow is less than 24 hours away.  And if that doesn’t encourage you, take a look at the state of my house, and I’m sure you’ll feel better about yourself.   

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