Today I woke up early after being up most of the night. I worked hard getting the house in order all day and then hardboiled eggs to dye. The kids always look forward to the tradition and love to create different kinds of eggs each year.
We are at the point where they need less and less help and direction and are so creative with what they come up with! The one's who do need help are usually helped by an older sibling, and I just got to have fun taking pictures and doing the little helps that were asked of me.
By the time evening rolled around, I was exhausted. No one sees the mom behind the scenes, picking up the pieces, trying desperately to be the sunshine and magic maker. The egg dye and crayons still sit across the kitchen table. The island is a mess again despite staying up until 11pm last night to put the house to rights. I haven't slept well in over a week and my body feels ever so weary.
Tears began to fall as I finished things up for the evening alone, carrying everyone's emotional load without anywhere to put it down. My phone buzzed as I was doing the last of the prep and it was a quote and note from my ministering sister. She must have been prompted, because it came at the ideal moment in time, and made me feel noticed and cared for in a time of desperate need.
I slowly made my way to bed knowing that Cooper will be up at 6:00am ready for the day. Hopefully the children will still feel the magic and enjoy their day tomorrow!


