My Blessings...

Saturday morning was quite strange...in a wonderous way! Grant and I actually got to sleep in. Doug awoke early (as usual), but was unusually quiet. He stayed in his room playing his DS game with the volume turned all the way down. About 9:30am, I slipped out of bed long enough to slip Doug and Rayna (who by then was awake, too) a pop tart each and a glass of milk each. Two minutes later, I was snuggled back into bed next to my sleeping husband. By the time we finally got out of bed, around 10:30 am, all three children were awake and watching cartoons with the volume turned down so low we couldn't even hear that the TV was on in our room...in fact, we couldn't hear anything except the murmur of occasional soft giggling. My children NEVER get along pleasantly with each other for two minutes...not when ALL THREE of them are present!...any combination of two of the three can get along beautifully, but a chemical reaction happens when all three of them are in close proximity and they fight like cats and dogs! But, Saturday morning they all liked each other, they were all calm and quiet and content....it was like the pod people had taken over my children! There was no antagonism or animosity in the air. It was like an episode of Brady Bunch, or My Three Sons! It was wonderful! (Did I add that Doug hadn't even had his Ritalin? In fact, I forgot to give it to him entirely on Saturday!) Whatever was affecting the three of them had worn off by Sunday morning, though.... sigh.....

Saturday afternoon, Darcy and I attended an Upper Case party. (You know where they sell wall tatoos!) Leafing through the book of available sayings, I ran across several that I was really tempted to buy. One was a definition of boys (a noise with dirt on it) and another was a definition of girls (giggles wrapped in sunlight ...or something like that!), but the one that I think I really MUST have was this: "Grant me the patience to deal with my blessings!"

Amen!