I looked at the clock this morning and it only said 10:00 a.m. It felt like 5:00. Surely Caleb would be walking through the door any moment and the day would come to a close.
How did it get off to such a bad start. I'd already had to discipline the children more times than I could keep track of and still the complaining hadn't stopped. I was about to loose it. I sat on the couch wondering why this parenting thing is so hard when my mom pulled into the driveway, packed us up and got us out for awhile.
It did my heart good to have some help and a change of scenery. We came home in time for naps and I've had a moment to think and pray about what went wrong and how to set a new tone when the children wake up.
I'm remembering that I am the one responsible for setting the tone. It doesn't just happen. It's work and it starts from my heart. I've been distracted. Trying to get boxes unpacked and the house in order has taken the priority lately. I haven't taken the time I need to with the Lord each morning. I haven't relied on him through out the day like I need to. I haven't seen the disruptions from my kids as Devine interruptions, times to stop and invest in them, but as something keeping me from my work.
So, I'm hitting the reset button. Confessing my sin before the Lord and begging his help to not just get through the next couple hours, but to slow down and focus and what my number one priority is.