When am I going to get it??

I started my day by sleeping in, and without a shower. I got the girls around this morning and we headed to the library to make a mess there instead of in my home (sorry, library). I wasn't necessarily impatient with them, I was just tired, yet somewhat restless in my spirit. My words weren't unkind, but not really pointing my girls towards Christ either. We didn't do our morning devotions at the table. Our prayer before breakfast was quick, and probably not with a good attitude.

Once the girls went down for a nap, I went ahead and took a 20 minute power nap myself. Then made myself a homemade pumpkin spice latte, got some dinner rolls started and sat down to read the Bible.

The restless in my soul is gone. I feel empowered by the Holy Spirit. When will I understand that if I do that before the girls get up, my morning might turn out better? I think it's a battle I will fight for the rest of my life because I really enjoy sleeping.

Also, praise the Lord for blanket time. We did 30 minutes today. I was tired of saying "no" and I needed to clean up the kitchen. The girls are so good at it, I am so blessed.

Here are some very dark pictures of blanket time. I didn't want to get too close because then they invite me to play with them and when I say no, they cry. I try to avoid those situations at all costs.

Ahhh, the humility that comes with parenting. You know, Hannah was never a hitter. I think she may have hit me once and then never hit me or anything else again. Because I'm a pretty awesome, on-the-ball mom. Riiiight. Then Olivia came along. Whew, we have quite a hitter. She hits and kicks anything and everything. If I am not giving her her milk fast enough out of the fridge she whacks me on the leg. If I say no, she turns and hits the cabinets. If I tell her to come upstairs, she hits her sister. Or the dog.
Trust me, we are addressing the issue. She is just a hitter like I have never seen. I definitely judged those moms at the park with the kids that hit. Their kids hit because they weren't being disciplined for it. Ha. Humble pie tastes pretty good with my homemade pumpkin spice latte.

Even though Hannah's not my hitter, she is more prone to emotional, not physical outbursts. We have had a very tough few weeks here. In fact, when I was in Ohio for the marathon, it was the toughest parenting weekend to date. I told Matt that had I not had a good race, it would have been a terrible weekend.
We are working on it. So if you are related to me (or like me for some reason) could you say a prayer for wisdom for me?

Thanks.