Sometimes we are grateful for a day when it comes, sometimes we are grateful for a day when it leaves.
Mornings usually make me happy.
They mean a new day. "With no mistakes in it." (Anne Shirley)
And a new day today means yesterday will never be back again.
Which makes me happy.
Not that it was a bad day, just lots of little things happening to create lots of enmity between us.
Like Faye's digestion problems. Diarrhea and my little girl are not a good combo. (TMI? Sorry.)
Lots of little boys playing here was so fun for Keith. But several broken glasses later, I found all my olive oil spilled on the floor and a few plates of food completely wasted. These things don't make me happy. I had to go into my bedroom and breathe deeply for a few minutes before heading back out to remedy the problem.
Keith decided instead of coloring he would eat the crayons. By the time I got there the casualties were great and the other boys were wondering what they were going to color with.
*Sigh*
I am so happy to have my little man back with me. But quoting my mother here, sleepovers seem like a good idea until the next morning when trying to deal with a child who had not slept the whole night. Yikes!
They mean a new day. "With no mistakes in it." (Anne Shirley)
And a new day today means yesterday will never be back again.
Which makes me happy.
Not that it was a bad day, just lots of little things happening to create lots of enmity between us.
Like Faye's digestion problems. Diarrhea and my little girl are not a good combo. (TMI? Sorry.)
Lots of little boys playing here was so fun for Keith. But several broken glasses later, I found all my olive oil spilled on the floor and a few plates of food completely wasted. These things don't make me happy. I had to go into my bedroom and breathe deeply for a few minutes before heading back out to remedy the problem.
Keith decided instead of coloring he would eat the crayons. By the time I got there the casualties were great and the other boys were wondering what they were going to color with.
*Sigh*
I am so happy to have my little man back with me. But quoting my mother here, sleepovers seem like a good idea until the next morning when trying to deal with a child who had not slept the whole night. Yikes!
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But this, too, shall pass.
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