I hope no one ever surmises that a family with eight children - all scrunched together between the ages of 5 and 13 - is always a wonderful life!
Because tonight I felt like George Bailey.
Not the George Bailey that saved his brother’s life.
Not the George Bailey that was born older.
Not even the George Bailey, the richest man in town.
No, today I felt like the George Bailey who summed up his really bad day like this, “You call this a happy family? Why did we have to have all these kids?”
Because today fighting and teasing and bugging were the main themes of the day.
Along with chasing and screams and yells of terror.
And then there were the tears – just when we were starting dinner.
They weren’t mine, but when one of your children lets their tears flow because of a broken heart, it’s hard for a mother not to cry, too.
And all that, shaken together, was why dinner was put on hold . . . .
for a long, long, long, long time.
Which not only spoiled dinner – but also Family Home Evening.
FAMILY HOME EVENING!!
Which shocked our children.
So much so that maybe next Monday our children will remember this Monday and all the reasons why a family with eight children - all scrunched together between the ages of 5 and 13 - could have a wonderful life!
(Or at least a better Family Home Evening)!
Our FHE's are usually like that. I think once in a while, it's okay to wake them up. Next week will be better. Btw, please send the recipe (from your mission?). I love to try new ones, especially if you dream about eating it. :)
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