Some days, I don't wake up filled to the brim with patience.
Some days, I don't get a shower until right before dinner, when Jake comes home from work and the day is pretty much over.
Some days, my bedroom floor is SO covered with laundry that I can't even walk in it without very strategically planning my steps.
Some days, the rest of my house follows the pattern of my bedroom, only with toys instead of clothes...well, some clothes might be strewn in there.
Some days, I think, "If I have to wipe down this highchair one more time..." or "If I have to go in there and tell them it's bedtime and to go to sleep one more time...".
Some days, I feel like I can't possibly handle this task of motherhood...homemaker...wife. I'm not keeping up with it all and I feel like one of the balls that I'm constantly trying to catch is going to drop, break and I will fail miserably at what I've been called to do.
Today is one of those days.
But then I'm reminded...
Every day is filled with God's grace...and this tired momma is so thankful for that today.