Unfortunately, you're in for rough time if all members of your household cash in their "worst version of themselves free card" on the same day, like some catastrophic alignment of bad moods, surliness, exhaustion, impatience, and hormones. (As Anne Lamott once wrote, "The more I think about it, the only reason various societies work is because we’re not all depressed at the same time.”)
My daughters and I recently had one of these days -- a lengthy and draining endeavor where everyone was off from the moment our feet hit the floor.
I couldn't wait for bedtime.
During the evening hustle of giving baths, signing a forgotten permission slip, brushing teeth, and breaking up an argument about whether someone really meant to spit their toothpaste on someone else's hand or whether it was merely an accident, I stopped cold.
It wasn't too late to fix the day.
When each girl finally had climbed under the covers, I moved between the rooms, visiting each bed, stooping down to give hugs, brushing hair away from foreheads, rubbing backs, and offering goodnight prayers. Individually, I apologized to each girl for my bad attitude and sharpness throughout the day.
Reese wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed as she said, "I'm sorry, too." Brooke whispered into the dark, "You're a good mommy, Mommy." Kerrington reached toward my face, cupping it with both of her hands in a way that removed any traces of the day's lingering sting.
We finally got it right at 8:05 p.m.
God's mercy isn't just new every morning; it flows through the nooks and crannies of hard afternoons and rough evenings, too.
It's never too late to start a day over.
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