I am proud to say I haven’t been voted off the island yet. Actually, I don’t anticipate being voted off for another 10 years or so, by which time I will have more firmly entrenched myself amongst my allies (still figuring out who they may be). Today, however, I feel as if I’ve been through boot camp. You can always tell when a mother has been through her own, personal boot camp. Typically, you can spy the slightly panicked gleam shining through her half-lidded eyes and the tell-tale smudges of been-there mascara under her eyes. The crowning bit of evidence is, however, the funny shape of her hair. Probably from tugging on it all day to keep from screaming. I understand there are perfect mothers somewhere out there. I discovered one day into parenting that I’m definately not one of them. And just in case I forgot, I suppose, God reminded me again. And again. And again. Thankfully, His reminders are more of His Grace than my imperfection. Nah, I take that back. It’s because of my imperfection that His grace is so very welcome. I need to accept it more often and depend on Him more.
Sigh. Boy, bed is looking great right now. ALL three of my little ones are actually sound asleep, all at once! Therefore, I will not prolong this missive, for I must needs retire to my chamber for a much-needed slumber.
The fourth sign of a ‘boot camp mom’? Really silly, really-late-at-night posts on her blog.
Shh… Don’t tell the other mothers in our tribe. Want to make an alliance? The next time we find oatmeal on the carpet, we attack!