Some days I’m all like WOW! and other days I’m just like WHOA!

Some days I get these seven all dressed up fancy and I’m all like…

“Wow, I did this.  Would you look at them?  All of them!  Bathed, dressed, fed and even HAPPY.  Today we are a little better than just surviving. I’m kinda proud of us!”

and other days I’m just like

“WHOA! It just took two hours to get all seven kids bathed, fingernails clipped, clothes laid out, shoes located and hair brushed.  I think I’ll bathe me another day. Hopefully.”

Somedays I get the kids dropped off for school and I’m all like

“Wow! We nailed it.  Everyone has lunch, everyone studied their spelling words or read their book or took their project or WHATEVER was required. Move over Today because we’ve got you beat”

and other days I’m just like

“WHOA, coloring your reading graph EVERY.SINGLE.DAY is a for real thing?  When they required supervised reading they meant in the same general vicinity, right? You are supposed to dress like who? By when? I’m gonna need a minute.”

Some days I’m all like

“Wow! Our amazing parenting skills and consistency must really be paying off! ALL of the kids rocked this school day, they helped happily at home.  They are playing well together and have you EVER seen such manners on a tribe of little ones? Let’s write a book because we’ve got this DOWN!”

and other days I’m just like

“WHOA! I’m pretty sure I received a call or note from the entire population of teachers, school nurses, principals, directors and lunchroom helpers who have ever interacted with the cherubs.  And none of them were communicating with me just to tell me how delightful the day was.  I got nuthin’ left.  There goes the book tour.”

Some days I’m all like

“Wow! Would you look at this place? The laundry is put away, the toys are tidy, dinner smells delicious (and I actually cooked it).  I swept the floor this morning AND again this afternoon, just for good measure.  You know what, guys? We might even use real dishes tonight instead of paper plates because today I AM QUEEN OF THIS CASTLE!”

and other days I’m all like

“WHOA! When was the last time anyone cleaned that toilet? Did a herd of pigs eat my family and take over this sty?  Nope, I haven’t done any laundry this week so if your jeans don’t stink just wear ‘em again.  Yes, I know they have food on them BUT DO THEY STINK?  Because that’s where I draw the line for this team- just (barely) before straight up stinking.”

Some days I’m all like

“Wow! You betcha.  All seven, yep, they are with me!”

and and other days I’m just like

“WHOA! What kids? Nope never seen ‘em before.”

Isn’t it just the truth? Every day there’s a little bit of whoa! And it’s mixed right up with a whole lot of Wow!

Because no matter your age or stage of life, in every day there is learning and growing and changing and molding and shaping and becoming.  (Some for the kids, too.)

Without the WHOA! could we ever fully appreciate the WOW! Of life?

and without the WOW! how in the whole.wide.world would we ever survive the WHOA?

ABL

I’d love to know: How are you “all like…”?