Dunzo Days

I don't know why some days are harder than others. 

I don't know if it is my fluctuating hormones that cannot handle days like today. 

My kids don't seem to be doing anything they don't normally do. 

Bella asks the same thing a billion times only for me to give her the same answer a billion times. Persistence is one of her giftings. She can be relentless.

Brennan is into super heroes right now. Particularly the Hulk. He goes around the house knocking things over, jumping on things, breaking things, punching things and people... No matter how many times I say, "Keep your hands to yourself," he's not listening. 

Breelee is a super sweet baby...but she's my spit up queen. The other 2 did not require bibs very often. With this one, I have to change my clothes or hers multiple times a day. No matter if a bib or a burp clothe is in place, there will still have to be a wardrobe change at least once after the initial change of the day. 

And some days I find myself handling these situations with grace and patience. 

And other days I just want to pull my hair out. 

I know I have soooo much to be thankful for. Soooo much. 

I'm blessed. I know it. 

And there are a million things that I can remind myself of why I should be enjoying a day like today even when I'm not. 

Someday soon my babies will no longer be babies...they won't require my attention...they won't ask me a million times about anything...and I don't need or want to rush to that season of life. 

My prayer for days like today when I just feel dunzo (completely done...nothing left in me...drained...no patience) is this: 

"Lord, help me to embrace these moments, even in the midst of my chaos."

And I know that He has and I know that He will. 

And I'm so very thankful that my good days outnumber my rough ones.