Keepin it in perspective

The terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day at preschool. Just when I thought Trey was a breeze. . .my easy going child cried and cried at preschool today :( Last night he slept horribly. . .that was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad nights sleep. Did I mention he was my best sleeper as an infant/baby? Just layed him down wherever and he fell asleep. Now he sometimes gets up in the night. Ironically, Ainsley as an infant liked to sleep best in daddy's arms and she turned into a GREAT sleeper. . .just a ray of hope for you other sleep deprived mommies of infants :) Anyway, where was I? Trey didn't want to go to preschool this morning and my mommy instinct said to let him skip since he slept so horribly. But, I didn't want him to think that every time he doesn't want to go he doesn't have to, so I made him go anyway. When I dropped him off, they were playing with playdoh, which reminded me of my sister, Steph (also the easy going one in the family), who was a preschool drop out bc she said she had green playdoh at home :) I asked Trey why he was so sad today and he said, "My preschool hurt my feelings" :) So, he likes home best. I guess I'm thankful our home is a safe haven for our children. . .where they feel loved. Maybe he's just not ready. Maybe he is and maybe today was just a fluke. He will be going back on Thursday for another try. But this blog isn't just to remember the good days. It's to also remember the real days. . .you know, the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad ones. Well, it wasn't that bad. We have food, clean drinking water, shelter, medical care, and the love of Jesus and family. Perspective.