Moral of the Story...

I don't know why the "bad" part of me seems to come out at approximately the same time each day, but it does. My mother always called it the "witching hour"...the time when all mothers begin to feel the effects of the day. Perhaps it is brought on by a whiny 4-year-old crying about his brother taking away his Chewbacca toy or Backugan ball, perhaps antagonized by the glass of wine that seemed like a relaxing idea at the time, or maybe...maybe it's a lack of patience brought on by every single child calling my name at the same time, for a different reason, needing something "very important" right at that moment...no way they're waiting until I am done doing what I happen to be doing. Whatever the reason, it happens...and then he walks through the door, home from work, and life is suddenly good again...and that "door" I wrote about yesterday...slams shut, and I'm happy right where I am.

Moral of the story...
Enjoy your blessings, enjoy today, enjoy EVERY moment...