The FHE That Wasn't

Every now and then, things just do not go as planned. It happens.

Monday evening, the kids were having multiple issues. The Boy didn't take a nap, preferring instead to lay in his crib and sing random songs. Da Boo was frustrated over her new game (birthday present) not working properly. And apparently I'd given them far too much candy in an attempt to get some writing done. So. Dinner was a struggle. The Man was fighting a migraine. My ankle was killing me (total klutz, remember?). I could just tell it wasn't going to happen.

After breaking up yet another fight and putting yet another child in time out, the Man and I just looked at each other. Then I announced it was time for bed, half an hour early. So we dragged screaming children upstairs, stuffed them in their jammies, managed to quiet them down enough for a prayer and then tucked them into bed, ignoring the whining and tears as we left their rooms.

Ahhhhhh...peace and quiet. So lovely.