I let out a deep breath in my place of refuge. All moms of young children know exactly where I’m talking about: The bathroom. It’s the only place in the house where you can be alone and lock the door … just for a moment … before they find you.
Quiet. A breath. Then …. a blood curdling scream.
“Crap!” I yelled,as I jumped up, pulled up, and ran out the door. “What’s wrong? Where are you two?”
“Mommy,” my 4 year old giggled, “My butt is a monster!”
I put my head on the wall and sighed a sigh too deep for words and thought: I took a sabbatical from the wrong place. In 13 years of ministry, no one has ever screamed about butt monsters (not yet at least). Read More
I was in the car with my family, and as usual, listening to our favorite soundtrack, Pete the Cat (music from the Amazon Prime cartoon, based on the books by James Dean). The music bopped along:
“So you’ve fallen down playing
And you’ve bruised your right
Now you want to stay inside
You just wanna hide
But when you’re ready, give it
My 19-month-old son yelled excitedly from the backseat: “PETE!”, identifying Pete’s voice.
“I’m not even a functioning adult” I yelled as I threw some screws to the ground. My husband, who had come into the back yard to see what all the fuss was about, said, “I don’t think this is a matter of your functioning as a person.”
“Oh yes it is,” I snarked back. “How did I get to be this old and not be able to put some patio furniture together? It said, ‘some assembly required.’ Yeah right. How about no assembly possible.”
My sweet husband paused, “Do you want help?” “No!” I barked back. “Should I leave you alone?” “Yes, that’s probably best,” I sighed, as I watched my very patient husband walk away leaving me to my own devices. Read More
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