Last weekend I was upstairs folding laundry and running around like the usual maniac that I am on a Saturday afternoon. As a working mom, I catch up on all of the cleaning and laundry on the weekends. It is a busy life but we are in a rhythm as a family. While I was upstairs, Aaron (my husband) was downstairs with the little ones.
It was almost nap time so I asked him to straighten up and bring them up for a nap. By time he did that, I would have their sheets changed, clothes put away and room straightened up. I cleaned up and waited for them to come upstairs. When they didn't come up, I went downstairs to see what the hold up was.
I walked into the kitchen and saw a huge mess. I did not remember James 1:19...
I did not stop and listen to what they had to say about their mess. I just started yelling at my husband for not cleaning up and not bringing them upstairs for their nap. I was tired and cranky but I should have been slow to speak.
There was a mess because they were using the cookie cutters to spell out a message for me in Play doh...
As it has before, my bad mood affected my words. I immediately apologized and realized that I need to loosen up on the weekends and be kinder to my family. Yes, it is important to have a clean living space but it is more important to excuse the mess when the kids are having fun with their dad.
I may need to tattoo James 1:19 onto my forearm to remind me to hold my tongue.