Around 6:40 last night, while the girls were splashing away in the bath tub together, it hit me like a ton of bricks.
I FORGOT DANCE CLASS!
Is it Monday? What time is it? How in the world (!) did I forgot that Hadley had dance tonight?
I haven’t felt like that big of an idiot in a while. We didn’t do anything too exciting that day and had spent the afternoon at the park. I ran a couple of errands after we left the park and came home to eat dinner before plopping the girls in the tub. I had zero excuses for forgetting dance. I just did.
I really started to think I was going a little crazy (we’ve been going to dance every Monday night since September…), but it didn’t take me long to try to give myself a little grace and a pep talk about how I’m just trying to do the best I can while my husband is away. I’ve been parenting these tiny kids solo for 2.5 weeks with another few weeks to go. I’m trying to sleep train while trying to get sleep myself so that I can function just enough to take care of these little humans who are 100% in my care alone (no pressure).
I’m trying my best to keep their bellies full of food and drinks from sun up to sun down that will help them grow while trying to save money and not eat out.
I’m trying my best to make a part-time income doing something I love while also trying to keep my kids as my top priority.
I’m trying my best to prioritize my girlfriends and my family that I love so much it hurts, while also doing what’s best for my own little immediate family at the same time.
I’m trying to keep my home tidy and functional while also letting my kids be kids.
I’m trying to teach my three year old how to respect me and not talk back but also discipline in a healthy, effective way.
I’m trying to draw strength and optimism and peace from the Lord by being intentional about reading His word and listening to music that calms me, guides me, and helps me focus on Him.
I’m trying to watch what I eat because I feel so much better about myself on the inside and out when I’m fueling my body properly.
I’m trying to keep this ship afloat and raise kind, generous, genuinely happy girls while also trying to care for myself a bit and my own needs since I know my girls won’t get the best, healthiest me if I’m not the best, healthiest me, mentally and physically.
And I freaking missed dance class and have no legitimate reason why except that I’m just trying my best here, in all the ways a mom can try her best.
Let’s give grace to each other! Grace is good! Because we’re all just trying to do the best we can in whatever life is throwing our way. Amen. 🙂