{trauma and humility}

So I think last night was one of the most traumatic for me since Dan started back to work. Most nights I have to put the boys to sleep by myself and last night was a huge test. They were both asleep by about 10:30, but all of a sudden Ben started screaming, and of course he woke up Landon. Two babies screaming...what's a mom to do?

Well, Ben was probably hungry and Landon had just been fed and changed, so poor Landon was left in his crib to scream his little heart out. He screamed the entire time I fed Ben, and when I went to check on him, he had thrown up in the crib and it was all over him. Talk about the worst guilt ever. That is when my tears started flowing.

At that point I called my mother-in-law, who lives down the street and she came over and saved me before I went over the edge. It was 12:30 before we got both boys back in their cozy beds and off to dreamland. Talk about a humbling experience.

Since becoming a mother, my mother-in-law has been my savior on many occasions and last night was probably when I've felt the most thankful and blessed to have her in my life. She is so patient and never loses her temper with the boys. She has us over at least once a week for a nice meal, and she is always there to come over and help us out when we need to go to the grocery store or just need some breathing room.

Thank you God for Joyce...words can't express how much she means to me.