It’s been one of THOSE mornings -
You know the kind - the kind where all you want to do hide in the covers of your bed until the next day, because you know what kind of day it’s going to be.
lists to cross
no one listening
Temper is mounting
Oh Lord I need you - I’m so tired, I can’t do this on my own.
Sometimes all you can do is laugh - sometimes it’s what you need the most.
I walked into girls room fully prepared to give them well..... their due.. for playing around instead of putting their clothes on as I had asked (at least 100 times). Hearing shrieks of uncontrollable laughter is a safe bet that children are not dressing or making beds. In the middle of the room B is stands with both legs in one leg of her pants - little booty shaking back and forth, the other pant leg swinging like a monkeys tail... she hops around the room giggling her squeaky little giggle - grumpy eyes all twinkly. A rolls on the bed in hysterical laughter - I can’t help it - I have to smile, then a little laugh, then I join A on the bed.
Thank you God for laughter.