Ugh! Maybe it's because it's winter and my kids are trapped inside because we Southerners are sissies when it comes to the cold or maybe I'm turning into a harpie, but I have found myself asking the question, "Why on Earth did I teach my kids to talk?!" I have honestly lost count of how many times I've asked them to be quiet or to stop talking ugly to one another (or to me) today alone. Don't get me wrong, I love my kids and I love the sounds of them playing and laughing, but I have reached my saturation point with the backtalk and sassiness. On the bright side (currently inspired by The Killers' "Mr Brightside"), I have a wonderful husband who picks up when I need to flake out and hide. So, here I sit, in my office with the door closed listening to The Killers, eating my salad from Chick-Fil-A and trying to regroup. I'm going to need it...snow and ice are in the forecast for tomorrow!
I'm just trying to find the good in things when it's not always obvious. Ephesians 2:5 - it is by grace you have been saved.