I have a confession.
There are days when bedtime can't be soon enough. There are times when 10 minutes after we wake up I wonder when it's going to be time for me to leave for work, or when bedtime will come.
Wishing days with my kids away are my biggest regret as a parent. Even in the midst of my wishing, I am aware I will live to regret it. I know that someday I will beg for one more day with my children small.
But sometimes, when they won't sit still at the dinner table, when I have to wipe the runny nose every 2 minutes, when I just can't seem to get along with Hunter...sometimes, I must confess, I wish it was bedtime. The time when the house is dark and quiet and I can sit and journal my thoughts, eat a favorite snack and sit in front of the TV, or escape in a wonderful novel. Time to myself when I can spend some quiet time with God letting Him rejuvenate me for the next day to come...
and luckily, they always seem a bit better than the day before.
1 comment:
I'm not sure how to not feel guilty about that. We are human. We have our breaking points and there are days when I've had enough...and also long for bedtime. I do my best to cherish these days, really I do. But I completely understand what you mean.
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