My 2 year old crawled underneath the bench and ran up to the organ and played it. In the middle of a talk.
He also emptied an entire essential oil bottle.
I wish I could sit here and type out some inspiring, soul searching post. But I can't. Weekends are hard. Even harder when your husband is traveling, you're 8 1/4 months pregnant and have 3 other kids that are completely in tune to when you can't handle anymore...push you to tears.
I *know* at some point that it will all pay off. The sibling fights, demanding, yelling, attitudes and all of everything else will disappear. But it is hard. Raising people to grow up to be respectable, responsible, and upright citizens is HARD.
This Mother's Day while my husband is gone and I fought through exhaustion to keep from running away I can say that I can't wait for the day to be over. So that's my happy day message. I hope yours has been better than mine:)