survival

Day after day the only way I stay sane as a mom is the knowledge that we get another try tomorrow. When I yell or lose patience too quick, when I ignore and put chores first just so I can feel like I accomplished something, that I could control something... Even if only the dishes or floors..
When I tell Nora no I don't want to play even though I have nothing better to do... Those days I walk in a haze of fatigue and can't remember what we did.... I can wake up with hope that today will be better. I can praise God that his mercy is new each morning... That his grace is there for me. I can stop and rejoice when Nora is a good girl or listens well. I can smile and sigh when I achieve the special one on one time with both girls and some alone time to boot. I can laugh at the things that often leave me in tears. All because his mercy is new. The day is full of hope.  my babies are growing and will eventually sleep and not throw tantrums daily.  I just wish I could wash down this hope with a cup o coffee....