Soliloquy Sunday #2 - 2025 Asking Why

It was a day. It certainly was a day. Not necessarily a bad day or a good day or even a mediocre day. However, it was a day and it's over. Kids are in bed, backpacks are ready for tomorrow, and I'm pretty sure my brain is like my computer and there's 898765 browser tabs open. I started a lot of things today and I think I finished approximately one of those. That also may be a stretch. I'm fairly sure things went south before I got out of bed. My youngest daughters were arguing about who was in the way of whom. At that time of day, my parenting is different. I begin each day patient and full of grace. We talked it out and got to church with a few moments to spare (thank goodness the older kids can drive because I needed valet today - thanks Andre!)

So - I was late, big deal, right? Well...it's sort of a big deal but I felt I pulled it off somewhat gracefully with the help of my tribe. Things seemed to be turning around...until...I played the communion songs in the wrong order because with my glasses on I can't see the boards at the front of church. Whoops... no wonder no one was singing very loudly - they were wondering what I was doing. Moving along - the bake sale went well except I should have taken the dipped chocolate items out of the freezer about the time I was hurriedly going 10 mph over the speed limit trying to get to church on time. I hope no one broke any teeth... my bad...

Sunday school went well, we introduced a song to sing for Easter and things seemed to be clipping along nicely. Then there was a board meeting. Oh - and somewhere in there was a complaint that my peanut butter cookies weren't hard and I tried explaining that I don't like hard cookies, so if I'm your baker for a church bake sale and you like crispy cookies you may as well go home and make your own. I think I said it nicely, but seriously... no one has ever before complained about soft cookies. Or maybe they did and just didn't say it to my face. That was awkward and then the board meeting was indeed a board meeting - I was board and we were meeting and meeting and meeting

and

then

I

left

early

whew...

Headed to gymnastics with the youngest who decided this is the day she didn't want to do gymnastics. This is the same child who does cartwheels in the parking lot, in the church, in the yard, in the living room, and you'd swear in her sleep if you had to make the bed in the morning. This is the day she is NOT doing gymnastics no matter what I say or do. Well, a U turn it is - never mind we pay for the class, it's only 8 weeks long, I have to get up at 5am to register her, etc... we are going home to nap. 

After the nap my optimistic self thinks everything everything is going to be better. Back to sibling arguing and now we don't want to do homework, don't want to go to the indoor gym for the music family event, don't want to eat (but are starving) and I am left sitting through some sort of awkward hostage negotiation. My solution - I'm going to feed them. Sandwiches it is! Well, after the animals have been fed, we make our way back out into the real world. We go to the event. The same chatter I woke up to is still ongoing - "she won't play with me" "she's being mean to me" "she won't leave me alone" "I can't find my friends" "Emmett is my friend, why is SHE playing with him?"

Deep breath Crystal. Channel that patience from pre-7am and remember they're tiny humans with big emotions. We made it through the event unscathed. A quick trip to the grocery store and I managed to come home without the ONE thing I stopped for (milk) but spent $100 on healthy snacks and bananas because this week I'm promised they like them (I'll let you know by Friday if they've died on the counter).

Showers, dinner, prayers, and sigh....they're in bed. Mom took a relaxing shower but guess what I heard? That's right - the bathroom door opens and I am greeted with "she won't go to sleep" and a second voice appears "she had her light on and it's bothering me and then she flipped me off". So here I am, attempting to relax on the couch, one leg is shaved, the other one is not, and I just gave up on the relaxing part of the shower. I did what needed doing and now I'm in the living room hoping the truce between the girls will hold til morning. Their brothers are minding their own business (one sleeping and one chatting online with his girlfriend). 

Why? Why did I think once I got them potty trained life was going to be without bumps in the road? I honestly wouldn't change it and if a baby found it's way to my porch, I'm absolutely in for adding more children to our family - but why was a so naïve? Why did my only child self think they'd always get along and enjoy holding hand singing kumbaya?

 Ignorance is clearly bliss - and on that note, I'm off to bed. I know I'm blessed. Tomorrow is a new day. 

Today's post was penned by Crystal J. Casavant

Crystal Casavant writes. Everything. If you follow her blog you have likely laid eyes on every thought she has ever had. Her debut novel, It Was Never About Me, Was It? is still a work in progress and shall be fully worthy sometime in 2025. She has written for WOW! Women on Writing, Bring on Lemons, and has been featured in several magazines and ezines relating to credit and collections as well as religious collections for confessional Lutherans. She runs a busy household full of intelligent, recalcitrant, and delightful humans who give her breath and keep her heart beating day after day. 

Crystal wears many hats (and not just the one in this photo) and fully believes in being in the moment and doing everything she can to improve the lives of those around her! The world may never know her name, but she prays that because of her, someone may smile a little brighter. She prides herself on doing nice things - yes, even for strangers! 

May your paths be abundantly filled with lemons, sugar, sunshine, and may you always remember the world is a better place with you in it even if your sister thinks everything you do is annoying. 

xoxoxox

Crystal