I am Having a Case of the Monday’s on a Friday…

Or maybe it just isn’t my day.  It was one of those days that just ½ an hour after I managed to get out of bed, I wished that I could go back to bed and get up and start the day all over again.  Most days, I feel like I am on top of the world, and then there are those few days a year where I just feel like, as cliché as it sounds, this just isn’t my day!   Let me start at the beginning.  When holidays land on a weekend, around here the Easter Bunny, Santa, and as this case may be, the Leprechaun come the Friday before the holiday. This is due to the fact that my oldest spends the weekends with his dad and step-mom.  This is a norm in our house and the boys never question why the head character is coming early. 

Well, last night I forgot to leave out the coins and leprechaun footprints.  Normally, this would not be a big deal; however, last night I mentioned to my oldest that he better be behaving because the Leprechaun was due to arrive the next morning.  BIG OOPPS!  When he woke up this morning he walked out to find nothing he was visibly disappointed (as he should be) and all I could think was shame on me for forgetting my motherly duty.  I ran into my bedroom, woke my husband and said, “Crap!  We forgot to be Leprechauns.”  I was so very mad at myself because these are the days I live for.  I love playing the Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, Santa and Leprechaun.  After regaining my composure and coming up with an excuse I explained to my oldest that he was just super busy with other households this morning that this year he will be coming the day after St. Patrick’s Day.  It took a few minutes to convince him that that was the situation and that he would indeed come by Monday morning. 

Here I am writing this post, several hours later, and I am still bothered by what I did. And to be honest this situation has affected my every thought today, almost like I am walking around with a grey cloud hanging over my head.  At seven years old my son is bound to start putting “two and two together.”  At least he bought my latest story and he will have something to look forward to at the beginning of next week.  Now on to the task of forgiving myself and accepting the fact that I make mistakes.  It happens to the best of us but we must learn to forgive ourselves, just like we learn to forgive others. 

I hold myself to such high standards as a mom (part of my perfectionism) and on  days like this I feel as though God uses the situation to help break me down and rebuild me in order to get me closer to my goal of being the Proverbs 31 lady.  I recall Romans 8:28.  It says, “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His purpose.”  

So fellow moms, wives and perfectionists alike, God can take any situation and make it work together for our good.  I haven’t quite figured out what the good is in this situation, but I am sure it is on the horizon. 

Today has been a lesson learned for me, although not easy, I take it, I learn from it and I walk away with a new perspective and a smile on my face.

What trials have you faced lately?