For the last two mornings I’ve done something that I haven’t been doing for a year. I beat my kids up. By “beat up” I mean I got up out of my bed and started my day before they were awake.
This was something I did as often as I could before I went back to school, but I fell off the wagon. I actually did get up and get ready before them on workdays, but I was gone all day. It doesn’t have the same benefit when you aren’t around the kids.
I like getting up earlier then they because I don’t like starting my day with a list of demands and tasks.
Mom I’m hungry.
Mom ____ isn’t sharing.
Mom can I _____?
What are we doing today?
What are we eating?
When is dad coming home?
I think you get the drift. There’s instant motion and work in my house, the moment the children rub their sleepy eyes. The workload begins and I find myself grumpy and weighed down.
Yesterday was a great example of why, for me, beating the kids up is of utmost importance.
We had “one of those days”. I mentioned before how we are all learning how to be together. With school out, it’s even worse now. Our house hasn’t found it’s rhythm yet. Rhythm is important. Moving has also contributed to the chaos.
I woke up, had my time in the scriptures, drank an exorbitant amount of coffee, and the first little one came trickling out to the back porch.
The back porch is my favorite spot in the morning.
The rest of the day was rough.
fighting, arguing, disobeying.
Sound familiar? I hope not, but I know I’m not alone.
I handled the hectic mess so much calmer and gracefully than I had been this last month.
Truly, I just to mentally prepare for the day. Soak in The Word, sip in the caffeine, and prepare for battle.
That’s what it can feel like, can’t it? A battle for peace.
Do you need to prepare for battle as well?
How do you maneuver the mine field in your house?
I beat my kids up.