You’ve looked at the clock at least four times in the last fifteen minutes, positive it’s bed time…but it’s not.
Today was just one of those days. Cranky, fussy, tears for reasons you can’t figure out.
Here’s the thing though. You’re doing it. And you’re doing it well. No one on earth can care for that tiny human of yours the way you can. That’s the beautiful thing about motherhood. God created each of us, with our own special abilities, for our own babies. To care for them the way they need to be cared for. Specifically.
But I understand that “Witching Hour”, as I’ve heard it called before. The time just seems to stop. It’s like all the clocks get together and pull a prank on those days. Bedtime just can’t come soon enough. I get it.
We all know that day well, it’s almost par for the course. It’s part of the “job”.
In the grand scheme of things though, those days will fall by the wayside, (unless there’s a really funny story to go with it). But that’s great news to me. The hard days always get over shadowed by the good ones. Because who wants to remember when you had that day when you wondered at lunch if it was too early for wine?
I’m with you 6:00pm mama. It’s tough. But remember that tomorrow is a totally new day. You’ll all wake up with a fresh start to do it all over again, completely different.
Choose grace every morning, because 6:00pm is inevitable. Soak it up and thank the good Lord that the good days are better and heavier than the bad.
You can do this mama, we all can. Here’s to bedtime.