I can do this transition again! We do it every nine weeks. The first few days are torture, yes, but the boys will settle in. After the wrestling and the bickering and the disagreements over food, games, and nap time...our house can be pieced back together after the war. Yes, there WILL be peace.
(A tad less confidently) God, please bring us peace!
I stop to use the restroom and make the mistake of looking in the mirror. There's a bird nest that's made it's way to the top of my head overnight. My eyes are red-rimmed from allergies and I've managed to drip coffee down the front of my shirt. I would leave me too. Work sounds a lot more sane at the moment.
I've been up since 5am. It's a habit now. Pre-dawn is the only time I can get a little peace and quiet as the chief operating officer of this home. I'm ready for this. I remember as much, straighten my posture, and find resolve to get the breakfast situation under control. We're starting the day off right and it begins with protein, dangit.
"Mooooooommmmmm...we JUST had eggs, like yesterday or two days ago. Can we have pancakes? How about oatmeal? Can we go to Krispy Kreme because we don't have school? Can you tell Dominick to let me watch PJ Masks? Where's puppy? Can he go to the gym with us?"
Deep breaths. Promises echo.
In this world, you will have trouble...
...I have come that (you) may have life and have it to the full.
I'm not praying for a perfect Spring Break, but one that's full.
- Full of laughter that outshines strife.
- Full of quiet moments amidst a little chaos.
- Full of snuggles where "doing more and most" could easily reign.
- Full of pauses despite the "shoulds."
Let the adventure begin...
"I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." (John 16:33)