One of Those Days...

Yesterday was one of those days. Where nothing was particularly bad, nothing went noticeably wrong, but by the end of the day, I was beyond done.

In short, Nora had the most major case of selective deafness, and Oliver was crankier than usual because he was having a hard time pooping (the struggle is real for this one-month-old).  I must have repeated myself a billion times, and it nearly drove me crazy.  "Nora, please don't throw your cup on the ground...  Please pick up your cup... Nora, your cup is still on the floor..."

It was like Nora was playing this twisted game with me called "What Can I Get Away With Before Mommy Starts Ripping Her Hair Out?"  There were dish towels thrown in the trash, half eaten cinnamon rolls hidden in drawers and under beds, and Ollie was woken up multiple times, usually just after I had coaxed him to sleep.  I hung in there pretty well for most of the day, but by the time dinner came around, I wanted nothing more than to hide in my room and curl up under my blanket with some Ben & Jerry's.

The craziness lasted all the way up until bedtime.  Taylor had to work late and had just gotten home.  Nora and I gave him good night kisses and trudged into her room, both completely worn out. We laid down.  She looked at me, yawned the biggest yawn, and asked me to read her her Thomas the Tank Engine book.  We said our prayers, and closed our eyes. Then, my little girl, who had worn my patience down to nothing just minutes earlier, touched my cheek, kissed my forehead and told me she loved me most.  Instantly, tears ran down my face and the stress from the day slid off my shoulders.  It was the most innocent reminder that I so desperately needed:  This day was done.  The craziness was all over.  We both had a rough day, but she was still my sweet Nora, and she still loved her Mommy most.

It may have been "one of those days," but thankfully, that's all it was...one day. I think this is the most wonderful part of being a mother: no matter how frustrated or upset or impatient I get, no matter how drained I feel, it only takes a second, a kiss on the forehead, to make my heart completely full again.