Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Monday, Monday

The Ritchie's have a pretty consistent routine for Monday nights during the summer. Daddy gets some much deserved time on the golf course. I get date night with my 2 littlest dudes. I'm not going to lie and say that our Monday nights are always smooth sailing. As a matter of fact, there is almost always a bit of chaos involved as I scramble to get food on the table, tend to each of their individual demands needs, play peace keeper, give baths (because they usually are about 4 days overdue), and tuck them both into their respective beds...but all in all I think we do pretty well. 

This weeks Monday was harder than most.  I could tell from the minute that I picked Harrison and Max up from daycare that they were thoroughly worn out and even the simplest request on my part resulted in tears on theirs.  We powered thru dinner, took a short walk so this mama could get some fresh air, then loaded into the tub for a quick scrub before bed.  By that time - I was just as tired as they were and had full intentions of breezing thru our bedtime routines and crashing on the couch.  But then, just as I settled in to rock with Max for a bit, my sweet boys decided to reward me for all of the aforementioned chaos.  We all squeezed into Max's rocker and sat in exhausted silence together. Yes, you read that right. Silence. It was pure craziness.
In that moment I forgot about the mess in the kitchen, the laundry that needed folded, the flood of water on the bathroom floor. I no longer wanted to rush to put the boys to bed...but instead begged for time to stand still. Being a mom is hard, but it is also hands down, without a doubt the most rewarding job ever.  I'm thankful for every minute with my little yahoos.  The good. The hard. Everything in between. 





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