Rejoice and Be Glad (The Tuesday Morning Remix)

I was up too late last night watching White Collar with the hubby after we discovered that season 4 was finally available on the USA website. I tried to reason him into only one episode, but then he said, “Where is your sense of adventure?” And apparently, sense of adventure means staying up till 11:00, cuddled under the clean flannel sheets, watching Neal Caffrey get away with yet another crazy heist. So, when I awoke this Tuesday morning, I found myself propping my eyelids open to see where the coffee was to be found, and waving a very slow good-bye with my nursing baby to my hubby as he left for work.This is the day that the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it.

My intention was to sit on the couch, drink my coffee and watch Ellie baby play, but then I realized that the laundry I folded last night was still on the coffee table and was about the be unfolded by my very helpful daughter, who knows that she must hand articles of clothing to me so that I can put them in the washing machine. So, half-asleep, for I still had not had much of my coffee, I carried the stacks to the bedrooms and quickly put away pairs of tiny pants and hung up a sweet dress that I am considering Ellie wearing for her birthday party on friday. This is the day that the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it.

I emerged from the bedroom to find the half-full coffee cup has just been spilled all over the carpet and the clothes I put on my daughter not five minutes earlier. I laugh. I’m pretty sure Ellie was trying to drink “Mommy’s drink” while I was away. She must know there is something good in there! This is the day that the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it.

We change clothes, somewhere in there I eat some burnt pieces of toast, and about an hour and a half later I am scraping poop off a cloth diaper and meditating on whether it is better to breath in through the mouth or the nose, and can ecoli be inhaled? When I hear the baby crying outside the closed bathroom door, and then the shriek becomes even louder as I hear she has pressed the test button on the carbon monoxide detector, yet again, and the loud beeping is scaring her silly. But I don’t want to get poopy hands on my sweet daughter so I quickly finish the diaper, dump it in the diaper pail, and come charging out of the bathroom before that nasty thing can beep again and pick my baby up with my forearms and walk quickly to the kitchen sink where I balance her on my hip against the counter while I wash the stink from my hands and simultaneously try to soothe her fearful tears. This is the day the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it.

With kisses and a story and a little mother’s milk, she goes down for a nap and as I close the bedroom door the breath comes. Was I not breathing before this? In. Out. Take a shower. Wash your hair. This is the day the Lord has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it.

The coffee pot is empty. I’m too tired to make some more. I think I’ll write a blog and drink some chai tea.

Rejoice. Be glad. Happy Tuesday.

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One thought on “Rejoice and Be Glad (The Tuesday Morning Remix)

  1. Joy Morton

    What can you do but laugh? Enjoy all these crazy mixed up blessings, for these days go by far too fast! I seems just like yesterday you were her age, and now I am so proud of the beautiful way you are mothering. You make us all proud.

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