the snowball effect, melted.

*It all started in the middle of the night around 3am. The littlest little fell out of my bed onto a pillow. He wasn't hurt, but was rudely awoken by a fall and a plop on the pillow. (1 hour and 15 minutes later I fell asleep.. he was awake and ready to play for a good hour and 10minutes after the pillow plop.)

*5 minutes laterr I am woken up by H. "Mom... I can't sleep". "Me either..." I whispered back. "Kids keep waking me up!" (I am not at my finest in the early morning hours)

*1 hour later I am woken up by H coming down the steps to the bathroom.

*45 minutes later she tells me she threw up

*10 minutes later at 6am J wakes for the day. MOM! Tv? Breakfast? Can I have milk? I sent him back to bed and he stayed there for about 20 minutes, after which he threw beans from his texture table all over the room.

*The hubs got home from work around 745a and walks in the bedroom and tells me that H does not have a fever but is covered in a rash... hives. I go up to her room and bring her some benadryl. Half hour later, her hives are half as red, an hour later and they are completely gone.

*Throughout the day, J is cranky and refuses to pick up the beans all around his room (bring in the timeouts and the stern voices) and baby E is a crank from teething.

*H is able to keep all food down and after I made a call to her doctor it is determined: some sort of food allergy. The dr orders us an epi pen just in case and tells us that H needs to be seen for allergy testing. H eats lunch and goes to school around 1p.

*I take a much needed nap :)

*After nap the hubs is bringing in our new countertop that he is storing in the dining room. He didn't see the light fixture and knocked the counter into it, shattering the light. All over piles of clean laundry.

*After that was cleaned up, I was getting J some milk and spilled milk everywhere.

*The hubs and I decide to blow that popsicle stand, and eat dinner out. I get the ahi tuna on salad, he gets an olive burger. We both a delightfully happy over our choices and as we drive around afterwards, keep talking about how delicious our meals were.

The day was a doozy. If any of those things happened on a different, normal day, it would have been fine and we would have been able to brush it off with just a little annoyance. But on a day when it all happens at once? It's a doozy and it makes me thankful for the days when the most annoying thing is a teaspoon of flour spilled while making banana muffins.

I recently read some quotes on pinterest that said "First world problems: "my phone is across the room and I'm too tired to get it" "I had too much food for lunch and now I'm tired" "I keep trying to text at red lights, but I keep only making greens". When you pile my complaints into a list, it sounds an awful lot like an extension to that list of quotes made up to make people laugh at how ridiculous our problems are compared to the rest of the world. "I had a full gallon of milk but I spilled 1 cup of it on my clothes that I can then throw in the wash machine" "We broke our light, and now we have to go shopping for a new one".

Putting my problems in perspective helps. I am not going to lie and say I was not exhuasted at the end of the day, but today I started the day new and fresh. Lamentations 2:22-24
"22 Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
23 They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
24 I say to myself, “The LORD is my portion;
therefore I will wait for him.”

As I rocked baby E back and forth before his nap this morning I looked in the mirror and had a thought: Everyone says I will miss this and I probably will, but that does not mean it is not hard in the moment.