Sundays for us are more chaotic than I'd like to admit. Our day starts at around 8 am, when Harrison starts squealing for someone to come release him from the bars of his crib. We really only have church going on, on Sundays, but for some reason my children like to be extra "rambunctious." Thats a nice way to put it. I find myself dreading this morning during the week because by the time we are loading up the car with bottles, crackers, and books to keep these two entertained during church, they are both throwing their own fits because I put Olivia's shoe on wrong or Harrison got the piece of cracker he shoved in his mouth taken away. Once we make it, Daniel and I look at each other thinking why are we doing this to ourselves and why don't we just stay home and let our kids watch Peppa Pig?
I know you all can relate, whether you're a parent or not. You know how life can be stressful at times and even feels like you should just give up because it's just too hard. The point I am trying to make is that even though I might want to secretly scream at my child throwing a fit in public (who does she think she is! HAHA) I realize that even in these "rough" times we should be able to enjoy it because honestly it's pretty funny watching a 2 year old flail their body on the ground about not being able to drink out of the drinking fountain. There is happiness in everything and it's just a matter of if we choose to enjoy it or not.