lord, get me through tonight.
my children are yelling – in anger and fun, the dog won’t stop barking, and well, the baby is one.
dinner is cooking, and while no one was hungry for fruit at snack they’re all starving for cookies now. and lord, you know as well as I that the minute dinner is in front of them they’ll be full after two or three bites…
sorry for those few moments of yelling lord, the littlest two were fighting over a dinosaur (because it’s not like we have a box full) and my daughter had to tattle on them, and the oldest just had to try to parent them all too.
lord, I swear I feel like I live with the chattering, screaming, howling monkeys at the zoo.
get me through tonight lord, I can just imagine how bedtime will be going in a bit. I know there will be arguing, and yelling, and more than likely tears, and probably someone will end up getting hit.
well, it’s time for me to go now lord, dinner is ready and bowls must be made. the real battle is about to begin, but thank you, lord, it’s almost the end of the day.