yikes

Woke up late. Had 30 minutes to get all three kids fed, dressed, and out the door. 

Traffic was AWFUL, so opted to not take Isaiah to preschool due to the fact if we stayed sitting on the freeway, he'd be over 40 minutes late at the rate we were moving (or not moving - sitting on the freeway). 

Got Elias to tumbling class one minute before it started.

Elias didn't want to tumble. GRRR was what I wanted to do. Instead I knelt down beside him and calmly tried to coax him into class. The boy wouldn't budge. 

So Teacher Wendy kindly said that "big brother" could come into class too. 

Thank goodness for Teacher Wendy because I might have screamed if she hadn't rescued me. Not at Elias, but I was losing my calm, cool collectedness very fast after our morning. 

It's funny because it's now 11am. I still haven't had a shower, my house is a disaster, but all is quiet and calm. The boys are playing quietly in separate rooms. Raelynn in napping. No one is fighting, no one is crying. This morning seemed so difficult, but it's already over and all is well. 

I just need to breathe more and stop sweating the small stuff. It's preschool for goodness sakes. Isaiah loves it, but it was by no means the end of the world because he didn't make it. I get too worried about what other people think of me. 

I want to look put together and in complete control, but that is such a joke. I'm a zoo. A happy, chaotic zoo, and I just need to learn to laugh at our ridiculous mornings. 

Really, I have a 4 year old, a 3 year old, and a 5 month old. My husband is working on a job site an hour and a half away from home. I have less than 3 weeks to wrap up our life here in Oregon. My life is chaotic and I need to just laugh and go along for the ride. 

Thank you, Jesus, for this crazy life you've blessed me with!