prayer.

 If you read yesterday's post, you know it's been quite the week.

My baby isn't a baby anymore, which means he doesn't just lay on my lap and sleep...[shocker.]

He is mobile. very mobile.

He climbs. on everything.

Typically boy.

But this mama gets tired, stressed, and overwhelmed sometimes. naturally.

I will be honest...it doesn't happen all that often. really. 

 H is an amazing little boy,  but this week has been one that even the park couldn't cure.

While Hudson was eating lunch, I sat down on the chair next to him, closed my eyes, and prayed.

Hudson started laughing as he thought I was playing hide-and-seek...but I continued to pray.

I prayed for patience.

I prayed for a smile on my face.

I prayed to make it until nap time when the house would be quiet for at least 3 hours.

I prayed that I would get a moment of peace.

   And guess what?!

I made it to nap time.

I found some peace.

And I actually took a nap too.

 

But honestly, I felt like a bad mom.

A little guilty.

Mom's aren't supposed to feel like they want their kids to sleep so they can't have their "me" time...right?!

I chose to stay at home, so I could be there every waking minute, to see him grow and learn....and now I want him to sleep so I can facebook stalk, blog, or watch a re-run of Teen Mom or Glee?!

At this point, mommy's me time is like finding a needle in a hay-stack.

I mean, showering before 9pm chalks up to be a good day!

I couldn't feel guilty about needing to re-charge my mommy batteries.

And again I prayed.

I prayed for patience.

I prayed for love.

 [selfishly] I prayed that Hudson would sleep a little longer, 

and Kalob would get home a little sooner.

But, I also prayed that although I was living on a short fuse, that H would know, 

without a shadow of a doubt, that I love him.

Prayer changes everything.