We're Okay

I just thought you should know that we're alright.

We had that bad day last week and I got several lovely, thoughtful emails from great motherly women in my life.  They offered suggestions and shared how they had bad days too.  It will be okay.  You're doing great.  This too shall pass.  They were so kind.  Thank you.

Just as that day was horrid, today was almost blissful.  Peter has seemed more loving and affectionate toward me.  He has been more respectful and obedient.  And I have been supernaturally calm and patient.  It was a nice mix.

So please be assured that horrible days are rare around here.  I cannot be one of those 'perfect' blogging moms who portrays bliss on a daily basis.

There was one blog like that that I had to stop reading because it was really discouraging me.  Her family is so perfect.  And I'm happy for her.  How nice.  She must have really level hormones.

Let's hope I don't jinx tomorrow by appreciating today.  Better give the glory to God.

Thanks for today. 

And thanks for tomorrow.


P.S. You might like to know that I detached a piece of Peter's own body from his face tonight.  I had to pull pretty hard.  There was blood.  It was gross.  But the tooth was hanging by a root tendril and the poor kid couldn't eat.  So now I'm a hero.