Mornings

Mornings in my house are wild. Chaos. Four sleeping children, about to be awakened. It’s 7am in my house. That means I get to go wake up my four blessings. All girls. I can’t fix my own hair, but God thought I needed four girls😂 Who am I to question his plan?🙌 The cats run up and wake up the oldest with their weird meows. Then I have to spend 5 minutes trying to get my second up. She has a body pillow that says namastay in bed. It fits her well. Then it’s on to the younger 2. The youngest is first. Just a sweet kiss on her cheek and she’s up. Then the last, just whispering her name is all it takes😂 Downstairs everyone talks over each other when I ask about breakfast. 30 minutes. Just to get back out of the kitchen. Lunches are packed, kids are fed, then we move to getting dressed. Of course at least 2 children have to change because something didn’t fit them or they got it dirty in the five minutes they wore it. Then it’s on to hair. I can braid and do pony tails, so step right up. My oldest will only use the pink brush. #2 and #4 just don’t want me to brush theirs and #3, she throws tantrums and pulls her hair sometimes so there’s only one hairstyle that works great. After getting everyone ready to go, we drop off at school. I come back home only to look at the mess that today’s chaos has left. Before I clean, I open my curtains to let in the light. Seeing the sunlight shine into my home makes me remember that every single one of these chaotic mornings is a blessing. God gave me this life because I have the strength to do all of this. I didn’t always see it that way. There have been times I questioned God, but I won’t do that again! Be kind, share, and love.