I thought today’s challenge calls for a poem, something I rarely do. Although my heart is in it, after more interruptions from my kids than I care to count, I’ve decided to abandon it.
The first week of camp has exhausted my kids. My son fell asleep a full hour before his bedtime yesterday. This evening, I read them a story (Little House), tucked them, and came downstairs. For almost two hours, I’ve been beckoned back upstairs. There’s no more toilet paper, someone got pee pee on the floor, they’re sneaking into each other’s rooms and bothering each other, this one got hurt. It shouldn’t suprise you that I’ve broken a few of my own rules: I’ve threatened (points subtracted from the reward chart), yelled, and even “because I said so” slipped off the tongue.
But now, it’s time to be grateful. I don’t often verbalize what I’m grateful for, and I don’t think I’m alone in that.