HELP!

Dear God,

I am completely over my head in mothering my children right now.

Please help me to maintain perspective.

To be grateful for the health of my children,

for their very being and

the honor of carrying out a role

that at this and many seconds,

seems anything but noble.

When the demands become so many,

so frequently, help me remember this:

You know how it feels to be

constantly demanded of for every. little. thing

with pitifully little in return.

I know women who long to have

and to hold children of their own,

but month after month, their

hope sinks afresh. A terrible

unfairness it is.

Help me remember the

gift it is to be stressed in this way.

Even though mornings like this do not include

meaningful conversations,

 creative pursuits,

or anything but keeping them alive,

there is still great worth in what I am doing.

Please help me to remember there are mothers out there who would love to hear their kitchen chairs being drug across the linolium (for the six zillionth time),

but their earthly loss has silenced that sound...

Help me remember to be grateful for indoor plumbing, even after removing large amounts of toilet paper from the commode and spending more time with the plunger in one hour than I have for months.

Keep me from comparing myself to the 'fictional mother' who has it together, and takes her children to educational activities and creates cutsy crafts during the day,
every day.

 Help me remember they are little, and do not come pre-packaged with a course in manners and general tidyness.

It is to be taught.

Help me teach them. 

In love.

Please help me keep in mind that even after a week of potty training my daughter (who is age 3.5) with still no ability to foresee when she'll need to visit the bathroom (on her own) and still putting up a fuss when I make her try, that someday, she'll be leaving home. Potty trained.

And I will not be exasperated by these days then.
I will miss them.

Help me show your mercy to the four year old who is regressing during the three year old's training...and to the two year old who is ready to be trained but whom I have not the capability to train simultaneously. (takes off her own messy diapers at various and sundry places throughout the home, including where her little twin brothers can get them, stick their fingers in and lick them when they come back out. Beyond gross).

(obviously the Home Depot Goggles we bought for our son at Christmas

have enjoyed family-wide usage).

Basically, dear God, I am just asking for HELP,

confident that you will give it to me.

You have always come through, and you will today as well.

(and if for some reason, you feel I will better serve you in the loony bin, please allow my white suite to be flattering).

"If you don't know what you're doing, pray to the Father. He loves to help. You'll get his help, and won't be condescended to when you ask for it. Ask boldly, believingly, without a second thought. "

-James 1