Ok, true confessions time.
When I heard my oldest boy shriek in a maniacal, hyper-spazzy cackle at 6:00 this morning, my body was in his bedroom and my mouth was open before my Spirit-Girl (the part of me that listens to the voice of the Lord) woke up. Doors flung open, and cold, distant words slid out of my mouth. I pointed at Alex and his sleeping bag and then to the couch. I ordered Isaac not to move a muscle from his top bunk and decreed that both make no sound until I told them it was time to wake up.
1) Isaac does not operate well on very little sleep.
2) I do not operate well on very little sleep.
3) Hubby is out of town, and hence unavailable to lay the proverbial smack DOWN.
4) Admittedly, I've been a little bit emotional lately, and so maybe... less rational than one might hope?
5) DON'T PLAY THE DS AT 6:00 AM AND GET CAUGHT!
I went back to bed and prayed that God would somehow remove every angry bone from my body. Ugh. I was fuming on a level that was slightly exaggerated for the circumstances.
Finally, my alarm went off, and I turned my iPod to Sean McDonald to hopefully set a better tone.
By the time we got to the school, I grabbed Alex's hand and said, "I love you. Sorry about this morning, we'll do better next time." He nodded and then walked with his brother into the building.
Don't you hate it when your day starts off with a missing wheel? It's like I need a "do over" button so that the rest of my day doesn't follow the pace of the first hour or so.
PS: As a consequence, Alex is cleaning out the insides of all of the trash cans (to get that nasty stuff out that misses the bag), and Isaac is cleaning the boys' bathroom. Maybe tomorrow they'll sleep until it's time to get up - or at least be quiet about it! ;)
Lord, I know that your mercies are new every morning. Can we extend that to every half hour until lunch? Love, Emily
Asking forgiveness: It's All Worship