Standing in the need of prayer, and grace. Yesterday I disciplined M in anger, had to apologize to him, my husband, the Lord. Today I’m anoyed at myself and trying to remember that my standing with God depends on the blood of Christ, not my sincerety.
Everyone is sick accept DH who spent his 15 min break getting us more tissues and TP. We are now running out of Tylenol elixer, but the boys can’t get another dose until after nap time anyway.
Last night K only got me up twice, but I didn’t sleep in between times. B took to showers so he could un-stuff his nose, and M transfered himself to our bed at 5 AM. (I switched to his bed.)
This morning we all slept in until 8AM, accept K and DH, who ate cheerios and raisens together. The burning question of the day was "Will we Homeschool?" Even K babbled it to me, minus the consonants. No. But we did do laundry, tidy up the floors, dishes, and I played number bonds with M, who switched over to squares, and trying to lay down one hundred, then count them to make sure he’s gotten it right. You go M, you needed some painless nominclature practice!
K just tried counting squares, minus the consonants.