Usually, preparing the children lunch is one of my more stressful activities. Everyone's blood sugar is low, tempers are high, and patience is thin. I struggle to keep the peace all the while slicing fruit, cutting bread, and pouring the milk. Lola is usually strapped into her chair whaling for food or attention, while the big kids open cabinet doors, peer in the fridge, and whine for some poor food choice that would never be an option. "No, we don't have any popsicles and if we did they would not be for lunch." It is usually worse when we get home from a morning outing. We are tired, hungry, and cranky. It's times like that when I know I won't even be able too get them to wash their hands without threats that McDonald's really doesn't sound that bad... I could just drive through... (Of course I never do.)
Anyway, I was expecting the worst when we got home from a long Wednesday morning. In quick succession we had been to the speech therapist, a craft store, and then the library for story time. The only time we'd slowed down throughout the whole race was to change one very offensive diaper. When we arrived back home I expected a meltdown. What I got instead was nothing short of magic. Lola, was asleep and transferred peacefully to her bed, while the children poured over their library books. Wow. I was able to fix our food in such easy peace. Three cheers for unexpected moments of serenity.
2 comments:
Oh, I understand your pain. That time leading up to the point where a plate is put in front of little mouths and hands can be long minutes for all. Those unexpected moments of peace seem to wipe away all those other times.
Definitely three cheers! I take picture of moments like that too. Because in my house, they rarely happen!
But when they do....oh the bliss.
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