I didn’t want to do school today.
Actually, let’s back up a little. I didn’t really even want to get out of bed today. My bed was deliciously warm this morning, and the rest of my house was decidedly not. It took an effort of Herculean proportions to obey the chirping of my alarm clock and throw off the covers. I stumbled down the hall and into the bathroom, stood under the hot water, waiting for the steam to dissolve the crusties from my eyes. Rinse the sludge from my brain.
I toweled off and dressed; ran a comb haphazardly through tangles of wet hair, and blearily stumbled back to my room to read my bible and pray.
Closing my eyes whilst praying may have been a mistake.
Did I mention that I’m also bloated and crampy? My apologies to any man creatures who might be reading this.
I arrived downstairs to the blissful sight of spilled dribbled milk, soggy bits of half-dried cereal stuck to the insides of bowls and the top of the table, and the dulcet grizzles of my cherubs protesting their impending chores and school work.
I don’t wanna take the garbage out!
How come there are so many dishes to wash?
Why do we even have to DO school?
School is mean.
I’d like to punch the guy who invented school!
And I confess, my thoughts echoed theirs perfectly.
No gentle, inspiring words of wisdom from mum this morning. Because some days are like that. Tedious, grim, dreary, Jonah days. As a homeschool mom I feel guilty even writing those words. Am I letting you down, dear readers? More importantly, am I letting my kids down?
But the fact remains that despite the crappy morning, we slogged our way through and finished our work. Upon reflection, we might’ve been better off throwing aside the books and watching movies for the day or heading out of doors. Nevertheless, the beguiling mix of bright sun, starch blue skies, and brisk autumn chill s l o w l y worked it’s timeless magic. We emerged from the gloom, even managing to slightly enjoy the remainder of our day. And by suppertime, all was well.
Our family gathered around the kitchen table for a satisfying meal that no one hated. Small victories, people. And we even managed to make pleasant conversation together. When the meal ended and last dishes of the day were washed, wiped and put away, I realized that our morning cobwebs had been swept away to be replaced by a tranquil peace that pervaded our evening.
Thank you, Jesus
Even Jonah days end at bedtime and tomorrow is always fresh. With no mistakes in it.
How do YOU deal with Jonah days?