Some days

Some days are just hard.

You know the ones I'm talking about.

The ones where you fight yourself all day, the ones where you just want 2 minutes alone, the ones where you kind of count down until bed time. If you don't ever have them, then bless you, because I sure do. And today was one of those.

The day started out great, had my 20 week ultrasound. Everything went awesome. I come home and Wyatt was the fussiest he's been in a long time. He cried the second he wasn't being held. Emma has also been in a stage where she says she "can't" eat dinner. So that's awesomely frustrating. 

So as I try to go pee (which needs to happen every 37 minutes apparently) with 2 kids at my ankles, I realize I'm just done for the day. I'm. Just. Tired. And I also realize the ridiculous me issue I'm having. Y'all babies are needy. This is nothing new. Wanna pee, or do anything else in privacy? Chances of that happening are slim to none. And guess what? That's okay. That's right. It's okay.

And it's also ok to get frustrated, but don't let it affect your parenting. And most importantly, your joy. Satan likes to creep into those moments where you're pulled a million directions and tell you that you can't do it. You aren't good enough. 

You can't. You aren't. But Christ in you can, and He is. Let him sustain your joy.

Some days are just hard. But there is always something to be joyful about.

I was reminded of this as I sat in a living room laughing with friends over some duck gumbo (which was phenomenal).

There is always room for praise.