Today has been one of those rare days when all I can do is just put the boys to bed. For some reason grumpiness took hold of our hands this afternoon and has yet to let go. 1YO screamed himself to sleep after 45min (just about my limit), and 5.5YO was sent to bed (purgatory in his opinion) for being a major pain during his guitar lesson. There are some things that I just don't tolerate well, and one is being a goof off while someone is being paid to teach you something. After an hour rest, he is now playing quietly with legos while I try and get a few things done around the house.
I've decided that there needs to be a reset button for us, not just for today but for our entire fall. We are overbooked and overtired. One deadly combination that leads to major meltdowns with mommy at the top of the list. I have learned my lesson, and though all the things that we are doing are good, it's the pace at which we are traveling through life that has me hanging by a thread. Growing up my mom kept us at a pretty steady pace. There were times when the balance shifted and I'm curious as to how she navigated through life with three of us. I feel like lately I'm barely coming up for air with two. This Sunday I thought a lot about my mom and how we rested as a family. One of those ways was always Sunday lunch. I really do miss that time of being together and catching up, making sandwiches and eating mac and cheese, watching the game, just being together. We have started a few of our own family traditions and I pray that many of them involve resting and just being, enjoying life and not racing through it.