Life is Like a Box of Chocolates, right?

I was going to post about how well things are going. About how my children have been getting along so well. How Little Man no longer whines and cries about every little thing. About how Princess doesn't antagonize her brothers or manipulate them any longer. About how Cuddly boy no longer streaks through the house or poops his pants or is on the toilet every 5 minutes. I was going to say how my life is just like a wonderful, yummy box of chocolates that everybody wants to dig in to. But then I'd be lying.

I don't know if its all the change or the fact that we're really not in a schedule but my children are out of control. Of course, I haven't obtained a whole lot of control with dealing with them either. Then I wonder about posting things like that on my blog. Will somebody turn me in for not being the perfect put-together mother? See, now I wonder about things like that. "Should I even post this" I ask myself. What will people think of me? You see, I know there are people out there that know me in real life that read my blog and remain 'anonymous'. What will they think?

I know most of us have days and moments like this. But there are some who have it "together". Maybe they don't have children so they don't know what its like. Or maybe they don't have three who like to fight and compete over every little thing. Maybe they don't have kids who all want to be a certain character on TV and continually fight over that.

So you see, my life is not like a box of chocolates lately. It's quite the opposite. I sit and think how wonderful it would be if my children got to go and visit grandparents for a week. Or if I could take a vacation- alone or with just Zach. I've only ever been away from them for a couple of nights at a time. I know, I know I should accept that I'm a mother and this is what I'm to do. I don't get a break when my children get shooed off to public school. I don't have a quiet moment to sit and do bills. No wonder my checkbook cannot balance!

So I sit and dream. What would it be like to get on a plane by myself for a little 'me' vacation? Would it be just what I need? Would I be able to sit and dwell in the quiet presence of the Lord? To think on my life and seek what He desires of me?

But no tickets are reserved or vacation in store. So, I will do what I can to press on and fight the fight. We will get through this and order will once again be maintained. Soon we'll start school again and that should settle things down somewhat (I hope). And I will get through this. Tomorrow is a new day.

Maybe tomorrow I won't have to deal with a whiny boy crying about not being able to put his Superman outfit on, while not bothering to ask for help. Maybe I won't have to deal with gagging as I rinse out poopy underwear. Maybe a little girl will for once not complain about things her brothers do. Maybe I will finally have it together and be the perfect June Cleaver. Maybe.