How to survive the long days

I am so sorry if you read the title of this post and thought I was going to give you advice. Nope. No advice today.

But, if you are someone who was looking for advice on that topic, I can give you something else. Empathy.


I am in that place where I LOVE being home, I love my two little munchkins bunches and bunches. However, the days can get realllllllllllllllllllly long.

I am struggling by dinner time. Those days that Greg is at the station and I am home with the kids for 26 hours without a break. Yeah, those are the days that just seem to stretch on and on.


How to survive the long days? I’m not sure. I am about 99.9% sure that both my children are extroverts, meaning they get energy from being around people. So when it is them and me, all day long, without break; well, they don’t seem to do too well.


I’ve tried the park, but with a toddler and an infant who has just started walking, it is difficult. I have to keep  my eye on Gracie because she wants to jump off the top of that thing. Then Benjamin, climbs up and looks down from the bridge and I pray that I don’t blink at the wrong moment. (They get their extrovert tendencies from me and their risk taking from their daddy – the firefighter) Walks don’t really tire them out, so what’s a mama to do? We can only go to Costco so many times during the week before people start getting suspicious of our many visits to the sample counters.


Mamas, Grandmamas, Daddies and teenage babysitters – give me advice. How do I survive these crazy long days, while enjoying the moments with my little ones?

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  1. Georgia Reed says:

    Girl, I’m in it with you. Literally with a 3 yo, 1 yo (and oh by the way.. I’m pregnant too!) it’s tough. I actually wrote on our bathroom mirror in dry erase marker: IT IS A SEASON. It’s passing. It is. So many moms almost get teary with nostalgia when they think back to their years “trapped” with the littles. I try to repeat that to myself when I think I may go batty. I give myself grace, breathe in deep, and drop my expectations. I know it will get better when our little ones can potty, dress and not crash off of things on their heads. But before that.. it will get “more interesting’ and we will lose our current freedom when the newest tinies arrives. So.. “it’s a season”. That’s all I can say. 🙂

    • Beauty for ashes says:

      Georgia, Thank you so much for your sweet note! I had no idea you were pregnant too! YAY! I bet people are giving you looks of either “You’re crazy” or sympathy. That’s what I’m getting and our kids are similar ages!

  2. susan says:

    First of all, I am unqualified to give you advice. You are an amazing mommy! I am constantly surprised by your creative ideas for keeping the littles’ brains and bodies engaged. Your patience is so far beyond what I was able to summon up. I was utterly unprepared to be a mom; you are not only naturally maternal, you have a degree in children! All I can offer is retrospective.
    Take care of yourself so that you are able to take care of them. Get away regularly; trade off with other mommies you trust. (Since yours are extroverts, the day might actually go better with MORE kids there.)
    Embrace the difficult days knowing that, like the children of Israel, God will use this to perfect you. All my spiritual growth spurts occurred during the hardest times.
    When the kids are being toots, remember all the times you were, too. What made you change? Choose to love the unlovable even while expecting improvement.
    The days are long but the years are short. I cannot believe how fast the time went. You have the most important job in the world. Nothing compares to the crucial outcome of producing responsible, loving, God-honoring adults. Hang in there. You are doing a marvelous work.

    • Beauty for ashes says:

      Your posts are never long enough! (Smiles) Thank you for your sweet compliment. I am only a good mommy by the grace of God. All the bad mommy parts are just me and my selfishness. You are so right about taking care of myself. Maybe I can convince my mom to come watch the kids someday while I go get a massage! Hehe. Oh and by the way, I was NEVER a toot as a child.

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