I went to bed with a plan. The plan was to get myself and my three children ready early in the morning to go grocery shopping. All I had to do was make sure my 5 week old was dressed and nursed with a diaper bag full of goodies. Next I had to chase, hold down, and play tug-a-war with my almost 2 year old while I attempted to dress him. Don’t forget the diaper change that occurred between the clothing wars. Now I had to bribe my 3 year old with Chick-Fil-A just too get him dressed. Then I had to explain that he needed more than just underwear to go out in public. While reminding myself to put mascara on and check my messy hair due, the ones that require no brushing skills. Finally, time to go! Strap newborn in the car seat, buckle toddlers in their car seats, grab purse, get diaper bag, and kiss hubby.
Morning was a success because we were all in the car by 7:30 AM. Please know that I did not set an alarm clock to make this happen. Usually our household wakes up by 6:30 AM with kids screaming and throwing toys down the stairs. Don’t judge us and never say never – trust me! Needless to say I was on the way with three happy kids. However; when I got to Chick-Fil-A, I could not pull into the parking lot. The drive thru line was so long it was blocking traffic. I had to make the quick decision to bypass Chick-Fil-A and get groceries first. However, my 3 year old started crying for Chick-Fil-A because he had remembered my bribe. He started saying loudly “the drive thru line not long at all, momma” over and over again. I did not want to hear my son repeating that the whole time we went grocery shopping. So I turned back around and finally made it to the drive thru line. It was then, that I realized I did not have my credit card or any cash… uh oh!
Unfortunately, this has become my typical morning as a stay-at-home mom. When I say typical, I mean crazy! Crazy has become our new normal. On this particular morning my husband rescued the day by bringing me my credit card from home. He also, showed up in the grocery store parking lot with flowers. It is days like this when I know my husband loves my kind of crazy. On these particular mornings the only way to survive is to give into the craziness. You cannot run and hide – you just have to face it head on. I have learned that if you can’t beat them, join them. This is why I am thankful for my husband. I am thankful he has learned to love and support my kind of crazy! The kind of crazy worth living and loving for. Thank you, love.