My children are a joy to me, and I have come to appreciate playing with Katy, cooing with Caleb... all those warm, fuzzy, Hallmark-esque moments.
This is not one of those moments. At least it wasn't when I was experiencing it.
Caleb has been a little more fussy than normal because of thrush, and it has become more difficult (during the day, especially) to soothe him into eating or sleeping. So I was pleased when I was able to get him to eat and on his way to Sleepytown. However, Katy had other plans. While I was shushing and rocking Caleb, Katy's cold medicine was making her NUTS! :) She picked up a small trash can that I had recently emptied and first made it into a
drum. Right beside the chair where I was rocking. Great. So I asked her to take it into another room. Of course, my obedient daughter moved on, but her methods had changed. Instead of a drum, the empty trash can was now a sound effect machine. She tossed the can up into the air, let it clatter and bounce on the hardwood floors while screaming, "THUNNNNNDERRRRRR!!!!!!" at the top of her lungs. After a few rounds of these interior weather phenomena, I was about ready to zap her with my furious laser eyes. Instead, I put him down in his crib, quickly scooped up the weather girl, and put her down for a nap. Whew. Caleb got a little more rocking time and went down also. Crisis handled, and all kids survived.
When I was sharing with Stephen about this harrowing incident, instead of expressing sympathy for his poor wife, he nearly fell to the floor with laughter. ("How like a man!" for all you Anne of Green Gables series fans.) Then God reminded me that I, too, had a sense of humor, and that this moment required its use.
I whine a lot more than I should about staying home with my kids, especially when I consider all the women who would love to be able to do so. I don't feel like I want to or am even able to stay home all the time, but I do want to be able to appreciate the summers that I can spend with my little gems.