You see, after a day with all these darling children, mama's a little worn thin. With the constant loving correction and firm discipline and feeding and cleaning and playing and diapers and diapers and diapers and accidents in the pants and loving correction and firm discipline and fitting in Cinderella dresses that are 6 sizes too small for me and cooking and cleaning and wiping of noses and loving correction and firm discipline and diapers and diapers and teaching children appropriate social skills... it gets a little exhausting.
I love it, it is a joy to be gifted with this wonderful opportunity. I am so thankful that God allows me to be such an intricate part of my children's formative years. Really, that is how I feel. Until 4 o'clock.
But at the end of the day, when Caleb walks in the door after a long day of whatever he does so well, so I am able to do what I do, I literally crash.
He greets me with a kiss and three little ones run to his embrace, and then he asks the question-
"How was your day today?"
And then it comes. The opportunity to finally project
Back to the ongoing discussion, Caleb asked me to please wait twenty minutes after he walks in the door to tell him all of the brutal details of the day. And as a wife who desires to please the Lord and her husband, I told him I would try.
So yesterday when he walked in the door and asked me how my day was, naturally I replied,
"I'll tell you in twenty minutes."
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