PHEW.  This transition to working thing is tough! The whole switching-gears thing is the hardest part.  Home is so loud, and messy.  How is it that I didn’t notice before?

This past weekend, I went to a wonderful Hearts at Home conference that The Diaper Diaries recommended to me.  Bowling Alley Brunch also went, as well as a few of our blogless friends.  Oh, and like 1,496 other people. 

My husband was out of town so my awesome Silly Sister In Law took my kids ALL DAY Saturday.  Grateful as I am; next year I am dragging her along too! The conference was Friday night and all day Saturday.  There was a hilarious comedian and some fun speakers.  Then a musician started singing and I was kind of ‘eh’ about the music.  This was not the general response of the crowd. 

Not only am I pretty much unfamiliar with most Christian rock music, I apparently have no idea what to do when it is played live.  The women around me were REALLY into it. So much so that it was making me a little nervous.  I have always wondered what a tent revival would be like and now I know that if I can’t even handle a contemporary Christian music live I would probably completely freak out at something like that.

I wasn’t sure what to expect Saturday, but it was amazing.  I cried about 6 times as I realized what a tough journey this motherhood thing is.  Of course I already knew that, but to hear it acknowledged is just a relief.  I came away with an increased confidence in job I’m doing with my kids. The resources and advice the speakers gave were tremendous and I will definitely return next year. 

Tonight I had a difficult time getting A.P. to go to bed.  He was defiant and bratty, and I forgot everything I learned 2 days ago already and really yelled at him.  After we both settled down, I told him that I love him, even when he’s naughty. I could tell he was so relieved by the way he just sobbed. I also told him that I try to be the best mom I can, but I make mistakes.  He was completely puzzled and said, “When do you make mistakes? You’re always good to me”.  Now it was my turn to sob.  After a weekend of trying to become a better mom, there was no better affirmation than the one I just got.