They started early for some reason.
Grumpy and whiny.
I'm not sure why or what for...but that was the mood starting bright and early.
We played and cried.
Played and cried.
Several trips to timeout were made because ears weren't open and aware like they should have been.
It was a long day for sure.
I thought when Daddy got home it would ease up a bit like it usually does.
His presence does wonders.
But not today.
At supper time, the littles were fussy and decided to intertwine themselves with my legs in front of the hot stove. Something I'm not too fond of.....the hot + stove part that is.
I was done.
I felt defeated.
I knew though, that I had to fight back as the Moma, so I grabbed the first thing I could.
They just happened to be within reach.
Everyone got hats.
Even Moma and Daddy.
The mood changed immediately.
No more tears.
No more fussing.
No more whining.
We were ALL happy (-ier).
We ate and then played.
Til about 8:30 we played.
Sometimes the day will feel as if it's never going to end.
Sometimes I fee like I can't go one more minute.
Sometimes I wanna run to my room and shut the world out.
Sometimes my mind feels like it's going to fall to pieces.
I let all the mess melt away because my blessings shine brighter than any cloudy day.