Exhausted...

Yesterday was just that--an exhausting day. To start out, I didn't sleep very well the night before therefore waking up not very well rested. Never a good way to start the day off.

But never-the-less, the day must begin. So we began getting dressed and ready for church. After a few episodes of "I don't want to wear this" and "I don't want to eat that" mixed in with Rhett's own language of grunting and squealing I was short on patience before we even made it to the car! Deep breath though. I can do this.

Upon arriving at church we sit down. A quick glance down the pew to make sure we had all made it there fully clothed and, check! Mission accomplished. And we were even on time. About two songs into the service I realized that I had left the iron plugged in. Great. Super. Fantastic. Sheepishly: "Honey, I forgot to unplug the iron. Will you pleeeeeease run back home and unplug it?" No problem except that it caused my other half to miss the entire church sermon. Well, actually it caused us both to miss the entire sermon because I don't think I heard one word in-between wrestling my year old wiggle worm and taking the bigger one to the potty with the aforementioned one year old in tow. I turned around to make sure the biggie was following behind me to the restroom to notice that he was walking all the way down the isle, literally holding "it". (I'm sure we often look quite comical! Boys; you've gotta love them!)

After church services were over we headed to our respective bible classes where Rhett screamed and cried and attached himself to my chest like a koala bear. Normally cute and sweet in an "oh he loves me and doesn't want to be away from me" kind of way except...I'm exhausted.

But, after prying him off of me and running for cover I head over to my 2 year old class that I'm teaching this quarter with the help of my mom. Teaching (entertaining) two year olds. Enough said. Exhausting. And it's only 10:00 in the morning.

After church we headed to Cracker Barrel with my parents for an early lunch. Three small boys; restaurant full of people; keeping food on the table rather than the floor (but a very good meal!) but I'm exhausted.

Home. Home to a house waiting with dishes to be washed (rather, loaded into the dishwasher--thank goodness for those!), clothes to be washed, folded, put away, and ready for evening services at church and I'm still exhausted. Evening services at church are spent trying to keep my one year old from throwing a fit, climbing over the pews, dumping the container of animal crackers into the floor and throwing the sippy cup four rows in front of us. He wiggles, he squirms, he jabbers, he's up, he's down, he wants a book, no, not that book, the other book and then...there it is. He looks up at me and grins that squinty-eyed grin and I melt. I'm not aggravated anymore. But still exhausted.

After church came the dreadful trip to the place that so many love--Wal-Mart. Sorry. I don't share the same enthusiasm for that place as many. We always stay too long, spend too much and, yep, you got it! Walk out exhausted.

We get home and there are groceries to put away, kids to get ready for bed, clothes to lay out for school the next morning back-packs to sit by the door and where did the day (*ahem* weekend!) go?? I'M EXHAUSTED!!!

Finally, everyone's pajamas are on and we are all ready for bed but take a few minutes to all pile on the bed and enjoy a little snuggle time. Below is a picture of me surrounded by my very special men in my life. Below is the reason I keep going even when I'm exhausted. I'm still exhausted--but happy. And I know I'm doing exactly what I need to be doing. :)