Most days I go through the daily grind with happiness, a bounce in my step even. Today was not one of those days.

From the time I went to bed last night, I knew today would be challenging. There were no out of the ordinary events, just a normal day. But I knew that I had to cook two dinners tonight to cover my late night tomorrow. By the time Mark and the kids get home on my late work nights, it is dinner time, and you can only serve hot dogs for dinner so many times before you start to question your parenting choices. I also knew that I had left two loads of laundry unfolded, wrinkling all day in baskets and there was more that needed to be done. And Tuesday is bath night. And Mark is working a ton of hours so he would not be home until later so I would have to round up all the kids to take Brady to religious education. And I had a full day at work before the after-work craziness would begin.

So my steps were not that bouncy today. It was a day that I resented it all. Not the kids and the husband, but the amount of laundry and dirty dishes they create. And sometimes my kids can be jerky. They say things like, “Mom, I SAID I wanted apple juice,” or just completely ignore my questions until their father demands that they answer me. Today was a day that it all just felt like a thankless job.

I was sitting on the floor of Colin’s room cleaning up Candy Land for the zillionth time with nagging thoughts of lost library books and lunches and snacks that still needed to be packed when Brady came home from religious education and came running into the room.

“Mom, look,” he shouted, “I had to draw a picture of something I am thankful to God for.”

It was a picture of me. And I nearly started crying. It turns out this is not a thankless job after all. I believe the bounce will return to my step tomorrow. I am too tired to bounce much tonight.

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About jillo31

I always wanted to write the great American novel. I've come to the realization that that may not happen. Instead, I'm going to write about my life as a working mom to three boys. I figure in ten years, I won't remember what these days are like. I want to record my everyday victories and struggles.
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