The Good Outweighs the Bad

I've talked many times before about the blessings that I get to call my children. You all know them, right?

These little peeps that look like angels?
Well, they're not.
I mean, they're actually a good little bunch and I feel so lucky to have the two of them with me all day, every single day.
Petey is the best little helper and has learned how to fold AND put away laundry. No, I'm not kidding. {Whoever said a 4 year old couldn't handle some bigger chore responsibilities around of the house was cray cray...because this little girl holds her own.}
And Spidey is a sweet little kiddo. He means well but lacks the responsibility of his older sister so he isn't as much of a cleaning helper but he helps when he can {More like, when he wants to...}.

But today? Where do I even start? Today was a mess. Both kids woke up cranky and I knew it was going to be a hard day. We had some little friends over to play and they played pretty well {Aside from Spidey being a bully to the girlies.} but the minute our playdate friends had to leave, Petey burst into tears and literally kept up the water works for about an hour.
What the...?
She calmed down for lunch and the kids began fighting so I decided to lay down with Spidey to try and get him to nap {Refer to previous post where I talk about him giving up naps...}. It didn't work...

So then with pajamas on my boy and a cranky but trying to be happy little girl, we went on a walk to the mailbox. Fresh air seemed to help for about 10 minutes before the fighting and crying ensued once again.

So being the smart mom that I am, we hopped in the car to go to the store...because every mom with cranky kids should go to the store. {What was I thinking?}

As you can assume, the store was a disaster. Spidey threw a fit in the cart and kept crying. Petey had her little attitude flare on and wasn't being nice and this momma was just trying not to yell at her kids in front of everyone at the store.

Then kids needed to clean their playroom tonight so they could get their favorite meal, macaroni and cheese. Here's the details in short:

Petey cried and kept saying it was too hard.

Spidey kept throwing toys everywhere.

So with a pb&j and a kiss, they were both sent to bed.

I often feel guilty for complaining about my kids. I know many women who just want to be mothers and I feel selfish when I complain about the hard days that we have. I even feel guilty because and I sit there and think to myself, "We want more kids? What are we thinking?!" but the good most assuredly outweighs the bad and all it takes is one little comment or hug and my kids have me smiling again.

Like when Spidey just needed his mom to rock him for a minute before bed.

Or when Petey tells me I'm the best mom she's ever had {because apparently, I have competition?}.

Or when Spidey runs around hitting a plate and a fork together and saying, "Go away, cats!" or "I need to find Philly. Philly!" because he's watched An American Tail 3 times today.

They make any hard day worth it.

And they make me want to do it all again the next day.

And that's how Suze sees it.