They never sleep well when the Drummer is out of town.
The two youngest are in the bathroom yelling at each other.
"What are you doing?" I mumble as I make my way down the hall into the bathroom.
"Brushing my teeth," she answers matter of fact.
What? Why? I begin to question, then realize she is sleep walking again. Turning to our youngest, I ask "Now what are you doing?"
"I need to use the bathroom," he pleads his case.
Quickly, I usher her out and allow him some privacy. He finishes and exits still crying. As I soothe him, she enters the bathroom. A few minutes later we are all back in bed sleeping.
Two hours later, I'm being kicked in the head by our youngest who has crawled into bed with me. He is insisting on sleeping upside down (feet on pillow style). Another kick to the head startles me fully awake and I carry the sleeping child back down the hall to his own bed.
Hours later, the sun has risen and so have we. The day begins. One child is all crankiness; another complains of a stomach ache. Three children eat all the cereal leaving the fourth with none.
I sigh and pull out the pan to make french toast. It was the last thing I wanted to do this morning: cook breakfast.
It's never convenient, nor easy. This thing called motherhood. Some days, some weeks, feel like I'm down in the trenches, toiling, and not making progress. During these times, when I am weary, I cling to these words...
Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
The LORD is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding on one can fathom.
He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.
and I am comforted, encouraged, and strengthened.