"Mommy I need more milk."
"Mom I want Craisins in my granola."
"But Mom I wanted the BLUE bowl!"
"Dakota's scratching at the front door Mom."
"Can I have more honey on this yogurt?"
"Lijah's saying poopy Mommy."
"Ben wants his cup Mom."
"MOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYY my hands are sticky."
The effort it was taking me to hold it together and not SCREAM at the kids to just sit in silence for one bloody minute must have been pretty obvious because as I was pouring the second round of milk I heard the Squirt quietly plead on my behalf, "God give Mommy patience."
I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry, but God answered that little prayer and we all survived breakfast.
Ha! It was a near miss for me this morning too. Something in the North American air today? :)
ReplyDeleteLOL. Grateful for all the times it's a near miss and not a total miss. There are enough of those to write a book about.
DeleteHahaha!!!! I wouldn't have known whether to laugh or cry either!!! Sweet Elijah! And now you get to tell him how God answered his prayer! How cool is that?!?!?!
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