as i put the clean couch cushion back on and clean sheets on my bed (both 5 am throw up victims) i listened to wooden blocks being thrown around the girls room. then i look in the bathroom sink and there is a wad of chewed up cranberries attempting to go down the drain. a bit earlier there was a huge chunk of ivy's hair that was lying on the kitchen floor- payback for pinching velzy while trying to steal her hard boiled egg. oh, and don't look but parts of that very egg are on the kitchen floor needing to be swept up and those strawberry remnants on the table need some attention. but that will have to wait a minute because someone needs their butt wiped and someone else needs a drink of water- right now... you get my point.
i needed to feel something other than frustration towards my little angels today, in the worst way. then i remembered that we live by this:
i packed up a little lunch, while listening to "ivy is pinching my nipple!" "get cheese-its!" "lets go!" and "i ate a bugger."
we parked and walked to Heavenly Fathers house. the girls ran to stop and smell the roses. there has got to be something more to that. run, to stop and smell the roses. and then i realize that smelling the roses is what is important. it doesn't matter if my sheets have to wait till tonight to be put back on the bed and it's alright if i can't do everything I want to do. what i need to do is run, to stop and smell the roses. enjoy the little things and brush off the annoyances. sometimes that is so hard to do though.
as we sit and eat our leftover pasta salad, cheese-its and juice boxes my mood shifts. it's going to be all right.
the girls walk around some little paths, probably not are reverent as some might like, but they are happy and getting along well and i am sitting soaking in some much needed sunshine.
later as we are walking around ivy asks me "can we go inside the temple?"
"no, not today, sorry."
"because jesus is sleeping in there?"
the smile is back on my face, i hope i can remember to keep it there for a while.