Outwit. Outplay. Outlast.

I'm starting to think that anyone who has ever had a three year old would win Survivor hands down. Because when you have a three year, EVERYDAY is Survivor. Every. Single. Day. It's a game that's all about outwitting, outlasting and outplaying each other. The worst part??? The three year old is generally more rested so the parent is functioning at a disadvantage.

My three year old is having a week. You know what I mean right? The kind of week that tests my patience, my resolve and my emotional strength. The kind of week that makes you think if those "safe sex" campaigns that they show at school came to my house and filmed for even ten minutes, the resulting footage would scare teenagers out of having sex until they were in their thirties. The kind of week where by the time I'm ready for bed at night, it's amazing that I'm not in a padded cell and heavily medicated. Really.

Someone tell me it will be over soon. Please. Tell me it comes in phases and that right around the corner there'll be a reprieve soon.

I'm starting to realize that parenting is like weight loss. Lots of people claim to have a "magical" way of making it work but my theory is parenting is like trench warfare, and whoever fights the dirtiest wins. So as I sit in the corner of my living room rocking and trying to keep my left eye from twitching (just kidding... sorta) a bible verse comes to mind that gives me a little comfort:

Have you not known? Have you not heard? The everlasting God, the Lord, The Creator of the ends of the earth, Neither faints nor is weary. His understanding is unsearchable.
29 He gives power to the weak, And to those who have no might He increases strength.
30 Even the youths shall faint and be weary, And the young men shall utterly fall,
31 But those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; They shall mount up with wings like eagles, They shall run and not be weary, They shall walk and not faint. Isaiah 40:28-31

The idea of eagles wings sounds pretty fantastic right now, because I sure need to rise above all this. So, I'm off to bed to prepare for another day of warfare tomorrow. And for some reasons I've got Beyonce's old song Survivor stuck in my head...

I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm not goin' give up (What?)
I'm not goin' stop (What?)
I'm goin' work harder (What?)

I'm a survivor (What?)
I'm goin'na make it (What?)
I will survive (What?)
Keep on survivin' (What?)

Peace out, y'all!


janelle said…
i am SO with you, sister! patrick says "yes please" to "even the youths shall faint and be weary" :D (sam really struggled with sleeping today ... so it was pretty nice when he was finally weary tonight).

from a fellow soldier: this too shall pass. next week he'll be so helpful and kind it will warm your cold, war-weary heart and you'll wonder what kind of a mean mom would ever think she was at war with her son. and i will rant about mine to remind you. <3

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