It's Friday again. Woot woot! Today I join The Gypsy Mama to write for five minutes on her weekly prompt. No editing or rewriting allowed. Click on the link to her site if you want to try it, too. The prompt this week is "Loud".
Last night they were especially loud. I didn't want to have an evening home with them by myself. Not last night. Not our only weeknight with nothing on the schedule. But I gave in because I know guy-time is important. Because after all, I went to book club Monday night. And, I didn't think of it then, but I did just take a five-day trip and leave them at home . . . So I didn't complain. After all, mountain biking is his favorite thing to do.
But more than once I had to stop and pray for patience. I had to hold myself back and take deep breaths. Once in a while, the crying over nothing gets to me. And I wonder why during this unusually warm and beautiful March we all have to catch colds and be miserable. But as I snuggled them into bed later I knew it was just that. Crankiness because they don't feel their best. They were hungry and dinner wasn't ready yet. And somehow their brains can't yet make the connection that crying for it and begging to be held actually makes it take longer to appear. We had sweet moments as I tucked them in. And I got the message. Loud and clear.
What message, you ask? Sorry. I only had five minutes. I didn't come up with this phrase, but somewhere recently I heard, "I'm not an inconvenience to be managed. I'm a child to be raised." Something like that anyway. I keep reminding myself of that saying when I'm feeling cranky about how "loud" this life can be. Happy Friday everybody!