Pain and Beauty
We had an ugly morning here Friday. It started beautifully - I got up before the kids, and actually took the time to make a proper coffee, instead of instant. I read my devotional, I prayed, I gave this day to the Father, and it was good. Until my firstborn woke up, and I had to repeatedly remind her that it was confusing to the puppy that she would sit down, let Daisy climb on her lap, and then thirty seconds later stand up and dump her on the floor. Chip. Then my youngest woke up, and started bellowing at me about something (I cannot even remember what it was), and began his daily assault to my sanity. His chosen weapons are defiance and name-calling. Shave. Then the second-oldest woke up and wanted porridge, which is fine, but all the microwaveable bowls were in the dishwasher, which needed to be emptied. She didn't want to wait, and proceeded to tell me just what she thought of this. Hammer. Then my second-youngest (if this sounds like a lot of children to you, I