Only For So Long

The days are long, and many times as the clock approaches 8 pm I don’t even want to hear anyone speak anymore. All the screechy voices, fighting, and especially crying becomes more than I can take. Each additional “hey mom, look at this” acts like an icepick in my brain, and I trudge towards bedtime weary and worn thin. Just being honest. Some days the tears don’t make me sympathetic, they make me annoyed, and I don’t want to ask if everything is ok. I just wanna scream, “shut up!”

At one point today while tending to the nursery at a homeschool, co-op group I help a sleeping baby in the crook of my right arm, my snotty, crying toddler on my left hip, and worked to console my four year old. Tears poured down her cheeks, and her mouth made an open, upside down ‘U’ that reminded me of the distraught faced emoji. My two youngest children’s cries competed with one another, almost harmonizing in the worst sobbing symphony you could ever imagine, and miraculously the baby in my right arm slept on.


Brie Gowen
Brie Gowenhttp://briegowen.com
Brie is a thirty-something (sliding ever closer to forty-something) wife and mother. When she’s not loving on her hubby, chasing after the toddler, or playing princess with her four year old she enjoys cooking, reading, and writing down her thoughts to share with others. Brie is also a huge lover of Jesus. She finds immense joy in the peace a relationship with her Savior provides, and she might just tell you about it sometime. She'd love for you to check out her blog at BrieGowen.com.

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