one of "those" days

It's that day. That day.

Where I feel completely and utterly overwhelmed and on the verge of tears.

And it was only 7:45 when I shed the first tear this morning.

It's potentially going to be a long day.

See, I stayed up way too late blogging last night.

Then I slept horribly like I do every night.

Matt's alarm started waking me up at 5:30. Every snooze reminded me how horribly I was sleeping.

I couldn't move my right leg or hip when my alarm went off at 6:30.

G woke up screaming at 6:45. Waaayyyy earlier than usual.

He then followed Matt and me around crying while we got our day started. You know, because he woke up too early.

Then he bit me when I picked him up to get him dressed to leave. That's when I cried. I mean...I was only dressing him for his fun day at my mom's and then my friend's after lunch. Why must he scream and thrash around and then bite my shoulder? And why was my reaction to yell out an "ouch" and scare him? Tears tears tears.

It's probably good for both of us that we're not stuck at home this morning.

I failed this morning. Failed to seek grace. Failed to give grace. Failed at patience.

It's mornings like this that I am reminded how much I need the grace of God to be a good mom. And in a few short weeks...I'm going to need extra measures for sure.

You can find me repenting and praying today. As I should do every day.