Wednesday, March 31, 2010

It's the Little Things

I'm deeply asleep, and the alarm goes off.   It's still dark out; Steve has an early meeting today. 

Please, please, may the kids not wake up, I think, scrunching my eyes tightly shut.    Steve tiptoes quietly around, but it's too late.  Greta's panicked voice comes from her bedroom:  "MOM!  How much time do we have?"   She is obsessed about missing the bus, even though that has never happened.

"Greta, it's 5:45am," I mumble, "go back to sleep."

"I can't," she says.  "I'm going downstairs."  

"Okay, but please don't wake up your brother."

"I awake Momma!"  Finn cries, and follows Greta downstairs.

I sigh, roll over, and try to go back to sleep.   Steve is cursing because he doesn't have any clean undershirts, the dog starts barking to go out, and the kids start fighting over the computer.   

I'm not getting up, I think.   I just can't.   

I hear Steve's car pull down the driveway, and look at the clock:   6:15am.     "MOM!   How much time do we have now?"   Greta screams.   The dog is still barking.   I curl up in a ball; I can't face the day.   I start to drift back to sleep, safe in the knowledge that my alarm will wake me by 7:15am, plenty of time to get Greta on the bus.    It is quiet-ish downstairs, and I sink back into blackness.

"WOMAN!  WOOOOOMAN!  WOOMANNNN!"   I jerk awake.   The kids are on the computer, giggling over the Muppets.   "WOMANN!!"    It is Animal, the crazy muppet drummer, and he has ruined any chance of catching another hour of sleep.

I hear a SMACK, followed by "MOOOOM!   Finn hit me!   How much time do we have NOW?"

The dog is still barking, and irritation settles over me like a black cloud.   Go away, all of you, I think.  Go away and leave me alone.

I lie in my bed, bitter and tired, and then I realize:   I don't hear it.   For the past two days rain has pounded on our roof, relentlessly, filling our yard and our basement with muddy, stinking water.     But this morning, there is no rain.

The dog barks, more urgently now,  and Greta and Finn are arguing.    I sigh, and swing my legs over the side of the bed.   "MOM!!  How much time NOW??"

I pull on sweatpants and a sweatshirt, as the kids' arguing gains momentum.    "MOM!"   "MOM!"  It is Finn.  "Gweta won't turn off the computah, she's wasting electwicity and wuining da earf!!!"

I bury my face in my hands.  I am cranky, fed-up, tired.    Every day feels just like the last day, an endless stretch of menial chores, breaking up fights, picking up after the kids who have been stuck inside for days.   I can't face it.

Find your gratitude, I think.   Change your perspective.   Stop feeling sorry for yourself.   I don't do this every morning, but this morning I slide down onto my knees.  If you're up there, I think, help a girl out, please?    Help me find enthusiasm.   Help me find gratitude.   How about a sign, some kind of sign, that I can do this?

And then I hear it, a muffled song:  Hallelujah!  Hallelujah!   Halllleluuuuuuuuujah!

It takes me a moment to orient myself, to realize the sound is coming from outside.   I shuffle downstairs and peek out the door.    Greta and Finn are in the front yard, in their pajamas and barefoot.   They are smiling from ear to ear, pointing to a bushel of daffodils that were only buds yesterday, but this morning are bright yellow blooms.    "Hallelujah!"  Greta yells.  "Spring is HERE!"

I smile, and look skyward.

Thank you.


12 comments:

  1. :-D And THAT brought a smile to my face!! From one woman who faces "Every day feels just like the last day, an endless stretch of menial chores, ..." I am thankful to you for showing me how you turn it around. :)

    Have a great day!

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  2. Good to know I am not the only one who feels that way most mornings.Thanks for sharing. Veronica.

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  3. Yay!!!!! This is such a wonderfully relatable post. Not only did I smile at the daffodils at the end, but I have to say I loved Finn ratting out his sister as "wuining da earff!" That was AWESOME. :) As always, thanks for sharing. :)

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  4. This is my life, essentially. I wrote a guest post once that sounds JUST like this: http://www.theyellowfactor.com/2009/10/guest-post-tuesday-erin.html

    I had to really dig to find that. Ugh.

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  5. Erin - great post! You are very funny! :)

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  6. Amen.

    I hear you on the black cloud of gloom induced by crappy weather and OMG-exhausted feeling engendered by water everywhere, namely in your basement (soooo been there).

    I hear ya, too, on the redemptive qualities of sunshine, daffodils, and happy children. :)

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  7. oh kids can be way too much sometimes. In the funny way or the needy way ;)

    I, for one, will rejoice with you that this rain is gone. My 4 yr old has been yelling at Jesus. Seriously. That the rain has gone on too long.

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  8. Your kids crack me up. I hope the sunshine will also help you see the humor in things. :)

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  9. Your kids crack me up. I hope the sunshine will also help you see the humor in things. :)

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  10. This is my life, essentially. I wrote a guest post once that sounds JUST like this: http://www.theyellowfactor.com/2009/10/guest-post-tuesday-erin.html

    I had to really dig to find that. Ugh.

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