As I sit here typing and listening to the swish, swish, slosh of my washing machine I am also trying very hard to lower my stress level. My adorable, sweet son has put me through the wringer this morning. As I've vented to my mom (Hi, mom!), my mother-in-law, and my husband, I can't figure out the origin of Clay's unusually grouchy behavior about e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. Leaving the house, getting in the car, coming back in the house, taking a bath, eating a meal, getting his diaper changed, getting dressed, brushing his teeth, going to bed, etc., etc., etc. You name it, he doesn't want to do it. I try to tell myself that this is normal behavior for a two year-old male. He's just being contrary. Plus, I think he's really tired. We just returned from a trip to the beach and there was a lot going on over the holidays. But I'm tired too - and pregnant. Mommy needs some mercy. Maybe God is trying to teach me patience? If so, he has placed me in an advanced course. I'm okay with that.
Clay is taking a much-needed nap right now and I'm going to take some time for myself to read and take deep cleansing breaths. Thank goodness it's Friday and it will be "Daddy to the Rescue" tomorrow!
Have a great weekend!
Sunrise on the beach. New Year's Eve.
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