Mercy Mercy

Today was a day of mercy.

 I woke around 3ish when Xander cried for some yogurt. Will got up which he always does lately because I'm pregnant. I lay there listening to a scratching mouse wondering if I was going to hear the mouse trap spring and what I would do if I did. I lay there needing to use the bathroom, but not sure where that mouse was. And I thought about the day beginning in a few hours. Sunday. Quite (HUGELY) different since Xander entered our lives 18 months ago.

It's my turn to take him out between songs and run around with him through the church during the sermon. Then Will has a men's group during Sunday School when I'll go home because we're 4/4 getting sick in the church nursery and that hour of freedom is just not worth 7 days of sleepless nights and grouchy family. Plus the 4th try was last Sunday and he's still sick from that.

So I'll take grouchy baby home and then Will will come home for a bit and then leave for 4 hours to do premarital counseling which he does quarterly and which we remembered yesterday. And I'll keep the grouchy baby some more and the day will look like every other day of the week and I wanted to throw a fit because Sunday isn't supposed to look like every other day. I'm not sure what God's plan was for how Sunday is supposed to be a day of rest for people with tiny kids.

So then I had this wonderful thought about how even though the day was going to be a bummer for me, I was going to try to make it an encouraging day for Will. All this around 3 in the morning while needing to pee and listening with bated breath for that mouse trap. So be very impressed at my saintliness and kindness toward my husband. Haha.

So apparently that saintliness was dependent on one thing. That Will was going to get up with Xander in the morning after I had nursed him and I was going to sleep for another hour. Unbeknownst to me, those were my terms of kindness.