July 8, 2012
We had somewhat of a rough Sabbath morning.
Fine. Somewhat is an understatement.
In the midst of celebrating Jeff's birthday, my two kids who have gone to bed way later than they should be ever since summer began decided to push me almost to the max.
It's not that it's necessarily any different than most days what with the whining, fighting, screaming, crying, and sassyness. But today, I was supposed to teach YW on keeping the Sabbath day holy.
Um. Yeah. How is one supposed to do that when it took everything inside of you to keep from swearing at your kids or banishing to their room for life? At one point, I walked over to the sink, praying for a pile of dishes to scrub the ready-to-implode-mean-mom away.
God must have a sense of humor.
But He also must know that sometimes moms need tender moments to make all the chaos and tears worth it. Like today, when Pearl handed me this bag filled with taffy and a note that simply said "Thank you!" She told me she was supposed to give it to someone very special. And she picked me.
I guess I'll call off the gypsies for another day.
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