Monday morning mantra: Wake, Pray, Slay!
How is your Monday going so far?
I woke up this morning with the idea I’m going to wake up without the Monday blues because I have big plans!
Big plans to turn my frown upside down and slay the day!
My best girlfriend is on her way over as we speak. She is willing to watch Holland for me so I can leave the house for a couple of hours today and hopefully once a week. This is also my first attempt to leave Holland to get some work done so fingers crossed I can!
So far, success! I made it to a coffee shop. The birds are chirping and it is still not too hot to enjoy sitting outside. My plan to slay is working out! And then it happens. I get a call from Clara’s school. The nurse goes on to tell me she has a fever and needs me to pick her up. Suddenly, I feel all my hope for the day sink as I pack up my bag, leave the coffee shop and head over to her school.
The whole time I’m driving I’m grumbling. I’m grumbling about the fact that she is sick, AGAIN. I’m grumbling about the shirt I chose to wear today, “mom life is the best life” and how I feel like some days it’s not the best life! Yep, I said it. I love being a mom more than anything, but some days, some days it can all just feel like too much!
Wake, Pray, Slay! So what does this really mean? Some days, most days I have no idea! Heck, I’m lucky I get a shower in because I am a mom and my two hands are constantly full all day every day! Yes, I do have a fabulous husband who works just as hard as I do being a parent, but I still struggle to meet my own expectations.
Then, it hit me almost immediately. What are my expectations and are they too high? Am I setting myself up for failure and disappointment?
The answer is yes.
I reduce myself to failure when my plans for myself don’t always go through. Instead, looking back on this Monday and seeing all the blessings and answered prayer.
Yes, the day didn’t entirely work out the way I planned or even hoped for, but there were blessings in disguise and I did wake, pray and slay the day! Today my sick daughter needs her mommy and I choose to count my blessings instead of my failures.
xx, Nicole