Days like that require a few more things too - like some adult connection and a recharge (see above - the recharge being the guy not the drink, though a mint julep doesn't hurt). Because really and truly, we do all have those days, and there is comfort to be found in that. There are plenty of ugly moments around here, I assure you, and there are plenty of times that I lose sight of the bigger picture (so easy to get caught up in those little moments of parenting - so much happens in five minutes worth of time). But I think the lesson I want my little ones to learn is that crummy days happen. And we might as well let go and sink right on into them. It's the only way I know how to get on through them and to the other side.
Perfectly timed, this week I've been hand sewing the binding on Ezra's quilt. It's a slow-going process for me - I'm a slow hand stitcher, to be sure - four movies, countless puzzles, books and chats and I've still got inches to go. But that's okay - this week that kind of pace is working out just fine for me. Sitting and stitching, in and out, up and down, over and over - the rhythm is soothing and comforting and like a slow, but steady tick of a clock passing the time - but not too fast.
We're headed to the lake, where I imagine there will be plenty of hand stitching and plenty of 'sinking into the moments' too. Maybe I'll see you on Monday with a quilt. Or maybe not.
Have a lovely weekend.