Lauren woke us up this morning at 5 a.m. As much as we tried to lay really still and go back to sleep, hoping that she would too, we couldn't and neither did she. We finally gave up shortly after the alarm went off. As I was laying there listening to everyone else waking up, I thought to myself---Great. I get to wake up to someone crying or screaming and, one or more go to bed crying or screaming (usually Lauren because she knows it's bedtime or Matthew because he's gotten in trouble for coming out of his room one too many times after bedtime). Not a very good attitude to have to start the day.
Flash forward to breakfast---Ian cooked while I took a shower(yay!). I don't know if the kids were already on a roll before I got out of the shower but I could tell Ian was stressed. We sat down to eat, grownups and Lauren with oatmeal, and the boys with cereal. As usual, there were a few spills. Matt moved his bowl a little too quickly and some milk sloshed out onto the table. I told him he'd have to clean it up. He wiped it up with a towel, no problem. Breakfast continued on with the grownups eating silently and listening to (and watching) the goings on across the table. Matt spilled some milk again but this time cleaned it up with his tongue. After he finished slurping it up he said, "Ta da! I cleaned it up!". I gave Ian that look and then we both giggled.
Before Ian left for work, the kids wanted to have family prayer. We'd been trying to do this every morning, but we've gotten out of practice. So we did. It was a nice way to officially start our day. Hopefully we can get back into the practice of doing this every morning. It does make a difference.
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A prayer can really help any day. Especially when you don't feel like it....it seems to help even more.
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