Some days I feel like Snow White…
Yesterday I…
…got up at 6am and walked around my neighborhood
…read my Bible (a new purple one!)
…wrote a story with Lydia while successfully playing with Asa
…made 3 loaves of bread (my first time thanks to Alicia’s Homemaking!)
…mopped the floors
…wrote 2 pretty decent blog posts
…watched a movie while eating popcorn with my husband (The Box. Did you see it? WEIRD.)
Other days I feel…well, a little more like this…
Today I…
Took the kids to Target and left within 10 minutes because Lydia had such a post-ballet meltdown that I couldn’t even straighten her up after a visit to the bathroom so I marched her to the car while she screamed, “What are we doing?!” and then she refused to get in the car and I literally stuffed her in there with Asa on my hip while a woman walked by and said, “It gets better, I promise.” and then I threatened Lydia with the fact that the police would throw me in jail if she didn’t put on her seatbelt and she cried all the way home and all the way through lunch.
What do you suggest? Whistle while I work? Wish for the one I love to help me? Blame it on my wicked stepmother?
