Motherhood in a Jar (apothecary, of course)

I knew it was going to be one. of. those. days. My husband was gone overnight on a business trip and we had no errands to run. Too cold and wet for the park, not enough funds to just go putter around spending, no other Moms available for an emergency last-minute playdate. Thus in our house we decided to stay. For the day. It was one of those days where you want your Mom to come. Now. But alas, she has a life {dang it}. And she has left you alone with yours. Fights, whining, laundry and broken crayons.

So to pacify myself I redid my apothecary jars. Out with the gourds, in with some more glittery winter stuff.

I put a picture of my maternal great grandparents in one jar, and my daughter's silver baby cup in the other and sprinkled in some sparkly beaded stuff, some pinecones, a couple of starfish (always gotta have at least one) one of which was a favor from my sister's wedding, and put it all on a silver tray.

Now I feel better. When my kids are screaming I can glance over at my little wintery jars and remind myself that these trials and tribulations are only temporary. Just like winter. When spring comes there will be more battles with kids and rough days mixed in with joyous ones, and I will want to dump the winter stuff from my jars and add spring stuff. And I will remember that everything has a reason and a season and I better slow down and enjoy it while it lasts, even if it's a little hard some days.