Chronicles of a SAHM

I Need a Better Hiding Place

Stay-at-Home-Moms (SAHMs) typically look forward to the end of the day, when every one and every thing is quiet. That’s when we go to our hiding place. My hiding place happens to be my bathroom. I can close the door and think, or dream, or beautify, or just sit quietly and meditate.

Recently however, my hiding place has become no longer that. It has been compromised. This is what has been happening lately:

As I’m sitting on my vanity chair, I hear from a distance, “Mommm.” It’s my five year old daughter. She should be sleep, but has decided that finding out my location is a top priority- as I had not received clearance from her to disappear. I know she’s coming, so I sit as still and stay as quiet as I can.

“Mommmm. Dad, where’s mom?” I listen for his response, because of course, he’s got my back – I am he, he is me. We are one. And of course, he knows it’s after her bedtime and he needs to direct her to go back to her room and go to bed. But no. He tells her my exact location. “She’s in the bathroom.”

Snitch.

So, now I hear footsteps coming closer to the door. “Mom, are you in there?”

No response from me…I’m hiding.

“Mom, are you in there?”

“Yes. What do you want?”

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing. What do you want?”

“Are you on the potty?”

“Sure. What do you want?”

“Did you have to boo boo?”

“WHAT DO YOU WANT?”

“Are you mad?”

Face palm. “Omg. What do you want? I’m in the bathroom. I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Can you put on my band-aid?”

“SERIOUSLY? GO ASK YOUR DAD!”

Now, I’m rushing through the shower just so I can place my hands around my husband’s neck. He heard all of this, but didn’t rush to help me (or her for that matter). I love my kids with my entire heart, but I definitely need a new hiding place.


Chronicles of a SAHM

Giving Praise

This morning I woke up with so many problems on my mind and on my heart.  I keep trying to figure out how I’M going to get through some of my issues. Then, I heard all the birds outside chirping and singing – just making a lot of noise – beautiful noise though.  I was kind of irritated because they had taken me away from my thoughts.  So, I started wondering about what was so important that they had to wake up that early in the morning with such a ruckus.

Then it occurred to me.  Birds wake up giving praises for being carried through the night, for waking up in the morning able to see the sun, being with family, for not being hungry and for the ability to fly. Well, at least that’s my interpretation.  There’s a lot that we can be upset about, but there is so much more to be thankful for. Keep giving God praise. He’s brought you this far for a reason.

Love, Me (and the birds)

Chronicles of a SAHM

Thankful

This morning, I woke up thankful. Thankful to God for having a sound mind, use of my limbs, and the ability to see.  I’m thankful for the Lord keeping my family safe through the night while the storms raged outside.  I’m thankful for having a roof over my head, food to eat, and clothes to wear.  Lord, I’m so unworthy – I know, so I’m thankful that you have covered me with your grace and your mercy yet another day.  OURDAILYJOURNEY_NOV_11b-940x940

I am thankful for so much today.  I recognize that without knowing the Lord, I would be nothing, I would have nothing, and I would constantly be yearning for fulfillment of things of this world.  I am not of this world, Lord.  I belong to You. I give all the glory and all the praise to You, Lord.  All that I am and all that I do is because of how You made me – fearfully and wonderfully. I will sing Your praises until I no longer have a voice and even then You will hear my soul shout Your name, Lord.

Forever Your loving servant,

Sonja