Weekend Redemption

Saturday started as one of those days. A “mama told me there’d be days like this” kind of day.

I was tired when everyone else wasn’t. They slept when I just had some coffee. I had a garage sale and was haggled by grumpy people. James has been extra clingy – no one does it like mom, therefore mom must do it all. He hasn’t been sleeping in his bed, so that means baby arms and legs in my face all night. Miles was grumpy cause he stayed up late with his cousin. Our house was a complete disaster from getting all the stuff out to sell at the garage sale. There was pee on the couch and James spilled yogurt everywhere. Etc etc etc…

I am usually very easy going, and if one single incident had happened, it would have been no big deal. But take a sleep deprived Suzy and give her a series of incidents and you get a grumpy mom who had a crummy Saturday.

I apologized to my family for being grumpy and told them I had a really bad day. We all apologized for being grumpy to each other and went to Sonic for ice cream. Miles unbuckles, leans forward, and starts giving me a shoulder rub. He takes the head rest off to be able to give me a better one. This was my weekend redemption. The whole day simply melted away. What mattered most is this moment right now. Us together, crabby or not, one half naked baby covered in sticky yogurt goo, and all of us being kind to one another while eating our ice cream.

Life doesn’t always go as we plan it to. There will always be bad days. We can all be crabby and stressed out every once in a while. But when you share it with the people you love, they step up to the plate and help you out, whether that be with an apology, a shoulder rub, or maybe a night time cuddle before falling asleep in their own bed.

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