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N A P Time....

Ah, nap time....I love nap time. I love, nap time. I LOVE NAP TIME!!! Oh my word...today has been the longest. I cannot even begin to give you the number of times I called upon my sweet Lord and Savior to get me through this day. My back aches, my shoulders ache, my feet ache....heck, my eyelashes even ache. Its like the domestic flu....
Ninja #2 thought it would be the funnest thing in the world to see how many times he could run away from time out, crash into my legs and then fall completely limp as I carry/drag him back to time out to serve his time. The sentence was for two minutes for crying out loud. But we spent half an hour going back and forth while I called down Heaven to simply get me through the moment without turning into the Hulk.
And as cute as Ninja #3 is....I think he is cultivating a smart mouth in that pudgy, little body of his. Because....whenever he is doing something wrong and I send out the epic warning letting him know that fun mommy is about to go ape crazy if he doesn't stop, he looks at me, smirks and repeats what I said in that high, little voice of his. Its down right adorable and disrespectful all at once.
So, 1 o'clock in my tree house (we live in a 2nd floor condo) is one of the most sacred times of my day. Nap Time. The little ninjas share a room, so they giggle for a while and occasionally whine. But when things get quiet....ugh, my heart rejoices.
I remember growing up, it was either demanded that I have a "nap time" or that I go outside and play until I was summoned back in. Now I know why....it was for my own good, and the well being of my parents' health.
I tend to get slightly dramatic when I have days like this. Everything becomes the worst. EVER. I've even been known to pull up drama from my teenage years and throw in the pile of "whoa is me". I'm sure God looks down from above, shakes His head and puts the volume on mute. I don't mean that He doesn't hear me or care. But we've all had those moments when our kids come to us whining and pouting, and we honestly don't even listen. Not because we don't love them. But really, there are more important things than missing ninja turtle swords and messing up on a drawing of your abnormal looking super hero. I know once I settle down, He takes it off of mute and whispers in my ear how much He loves me and that even though this is a tough season, its just a season. Like everything else in life and Grandma's cornbread dressing, it will pass.
My kids mean everything to me. But sometimes, being their mom gets more than I can handle. I think all moms can agree with that. I'm so grateful to be able to rest in the peace of God when the day has been long and I feel like I've been rode hard and put up wet. I honestly don't know who I am anymore. Seriously, there are days when I'm sure "white trash" would be a complement because I'm looking rougher than rough. I mean come on, its a bit comical when my husband comes home from work and asks if I already had a bath because I'm still in my pjs. LOL. Despite all of this, I sense God working on my life is so many ways. And there is nothing more important to me than raising boys to become men with morals, manners and a passion to love God and others.

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  1. Girl have felt your pain more than you know :) and with each age we get something new haha

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