Some Days Chicken

Some days feathers.

Mama said there’d be days like these. Yep. It was one of those days. I knew we were in for a rough ride when at 9 am we had to leave the house; the boys were into everything and staying home was certain to cause trouble.We headed to a local community center for an indoor play gym that the boys love.


Of course, that was after I folded the whites. I had help. The conversation went something like this:

Me: I had nothing to do with that. (gesturing to the socks lined up on the coffee table)

Hubby: Of course not. Where is he?

Me: Right here; it was the toddler.

Hubby: Really?

I love the random organization. I also found a row of cars in the city on the play table in the preschooler’s room today that were all lined up, prefectly parked, angled in. Cracked me up, but I couldn’t get the camera in time.

The other unexpected events of the day weren’t as happy. There was the 45 minutes our oldest spent crying tonight, and near as we can tell he was just both really tired and really hungry. It resulted in him intentionally dropping and breaking the lid to my “new” apothecary jar. I’m glad that no one was hurt, and we had a long talk (when he finally was ready to talk about it) about how I love him WAY more than any of the stuff in this house. We also talked about how it makes me really sad that he chose to break something intentionally that he knew was important to me just to make me mad (yep, that was his words…). I really hope and pray that how I handled all of it tonight will help him understand a bit more about love, acceptance, understanding, and forgiveness.

1 Response to “Some Days Chicken”

  1. 1 Linda
    January 27, 2010 at 7:54 am

    Aah, we’ve had a few “episodes” recently, too. Although nothing’s been broken, it’s not for lack of trying!

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