Last night was terrible. The kind of terrible that has me wondering, how in the world do people parent five children…four children…three children…two children? (Any amount where you as the parent are clearly outnumbered.) The kind of terrible that has me wondering, how in the world do single moms do it? All you have to do is tell me you’re a single mom and I will instantly applaud you with a standing ovation. Can I get you anything?…no really, ANYTHING?!?! Can I tell you how BLESSED your children are to have you as their mom!?!
There was almost a riot because some were complaining about being hungry. I knew that they had been given a ton of opportunities to eat at our previous location and had even had a snack there. In my emotional state of dealing with the night I wasn’t about to open up the kitchen again. I’m sorry guys, you can look forward to eating to your hearts desire at breakfast in the morning.
I knew that I had lost this one, but I also had a new revelation that it just had to be ok to lose some of the time…We have to be ok with knowing our limits and losing a battle. Maybe losing was better for all of us. I think I am learning how to discern which battles are ok to lose and which are worth fighting.
In the end, I lost, I mean won, I mean everyone got tucked into bed safely and the sun came up the next morning just like it always does. Isn’t it so spectacular when the sun comes up in the morning? It always seems to create a fresh, new morning, a start to a new day together. A new day where everyone wakes up a winner.