The kids are worn out. And when I say worn out, I mean draaaammmmaaa. The sisters got in a cat fight over a dirty look. Finley told us he wasn't getting into it. Then hugs, kisses, crying and I love you's followed. Then crying followed after I informed them they would have to wash AND dry their hair. Then it stopped. Then crying started when the Alchemy game on one iPod was cleared out as they had approached 100 created elements. When this happened and the boy almost hit his head after falling asleep sitting up, we heard the imaginary timer ding and decided the kids were officially done. Before this last sequence of drama, this is what I found:
G was sitting with her daddy, so I didn't get her this round. The calm before the storm.
On days like this, when they play so hard on the field and act so grown up, the melt downs(which really are few and far between) remind me that they are still little. Even the oldest at 10 is still a little girl...to me. They still crave hugs, wiped tears and, well, a break. I want to get annoyed with them during these times. I have to remember that they are still children who are growing and need rest. They get irrational when they are overtired. These days are going by too quickly and I want to savor every second. God richly blessed us with three beautiful children and I am so thankful. Days like these make me even more thankful...and tired.
- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad
No comments:
Post a Comment