Sometimes it seems I only post the bad parts of my day.

The melodramaticness of this morning passed rather quickly after I posted about it.

We went inside.  Benjamin put his hangers in his shirts and then whined about going outside, which I told him was out of the question.  I put all of 30 seconds into lunch as I threw a bag of pretzels on the table and scooped some yogurt into a bowl.

(Hey, they’d had a big breakfast – eggs, apples, banana bread…)

I put Benjamin down for his nap, and then laid down in bed with Levi to put him to sleep.  And ended up taking a nap myself.

Woke up, ate a snack with Olivia.  Made myself some heavily creamed and sweetened coffee.  Made her some cinnamon honey milk.  We did our afternoon school.

Benjamin woke up in time to cuddle in my lap as we read about whales and creatures that live in the deep.  Levi woke up when we were done.  And I spent I-don’t-know-how-much-time in the toyroom playing Crazy Legos.

(You know, the kind of Legos where the houses have dozens of rooms, some devoted to trees and others to flowers, and you have to climb a vine to get to the bathroom, which has a slide going into the bathtub.)

We also tied Polly Pockets to train tracks while the Green Goblin and Metro Man fought to save them before Thomas inadvertently ran them over.

And when the extrovert in me was plumb worn out, I snuck away and they let me.  I was able to stalk some Facebooks and Blogs with only the minimal interruption to see what child had locked themselves in the dog crate.  It was Benjamin.  And no, he didn’t want out.

So I’m better now.  I just wanted you to know.  There is peace in this quiet, still house.  And there is Peace in my heart.

And Joy.   And Love.  And Patience.  And Gentleness.  And Faithfulness.  And Self-control (I skipped dessert!).  There might even be some Kindness and Goodness in there, if I may be so bold as to declare it.

Anyone else out there have a great ending to a trying morning? Some other answer to prayer?

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