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As a Parent are You Resting? Yea right.

Rest...Any parents resting out there?
Me neither. 
Actually, scratch that. I'm probably getting more than I have in years. But it's still not much.
We could learn so much from our kids in this manner.
What if we fought going to bed? Laughable....Most nights, I can barely wait.
Brushing our teeth? That's for losers.
Teeth? Who needs them?
Teeth are totally overrated.
Bad breath? I've got that. So what.
Let me just draw out this teeth brushing experience as long as possible.... Right up until the edge mom is about to blow up in a puff of smoke.

Or how about the other before bed prep time. Who needs a drink of water? Raise your hand.
How thirsty can a kid possibly be?
I mean, we are not running a marathon here.
Oh, and she wants that special cup? Oh I'm happy to dig thru the chaos of unmatching sippy lids and bottoms to find that..
Okay, water finally in check. Now it's time for bed. Of course it's actually not, because that would be too easy.

Let's head upstairs and make this thing happen....
Who is having problems with their hearing?
I said, let's head upstairs and hit the hay....
It gets old.
Really fast.
Tempers flare.
Which is actually kind of funny because who cares really? In the scheme of life this is not life-changing. But there's no way we can possibly put it in perspective during the heat of the moment. That would just be way too logical.
For a moment, as a mom, the seconds go by like sands in the hourglass... So are the days of our lives.... That sounds familiar.
What's that you say? Little girls need a light on? Okay, done. Oh, wrong light...she didn't mean that light but another light? Sure fine.

Let's hug it out and get a prayer in and then I'm out of here....I wish.
Don't get me wrong, I love it when my kids pray. But they are strategic little creatures. They will each pray for every single possible thing they can to draw out the night routine. Including the lightbulbs, forks and knives in the silverware tray, the deer in the backyard (explaining as many as possible in clear detail so the Big Man is not confused), dad's hair gel....

Drama ensues. I have one escapee. Every night. She's out of the crib, scaling that thing in two seconds.
Rinse and repeat.
Here we go again.
We all have those nights where we want to chuck it all and watch TV. Meaningless TV. Guess what, it's okay. Because this is life. Our life. And actually, it's pretty amazing. But we all have moments we want to run out of the front door down the street screaming... Or is that just me?
Now where is that book on Zen I've been looking for the past six months?
That's right, the one I bought two years ago and have never read. I'll get right on that.
So we go back to our motto.
Love More.
Stress Less.
Or on some days,
Survive Today.
Get Back to Being a Rockstar Tomorrow.
We've got this moms.... We get to get up and do it again the next day... In the next day. So today, we cut ourselves some slack and just soak it in.
Big Love,
Chantelle