It is 7:50 and Hunter just got on the bus. As I am sitting here looking around I literally feel it is the calm after the storm.
All I see are the remains of mismatched shoes, clothes that didn't make the cut, granola bar wrappers, hair brush, and of course toys all over. My table is filled with grocery bags that I was too tired to put away last night and the box of cereal that was eaten for breakfast. Our bedrooms are so messy there is no sign of us owning carpet at this point. And I say "Our" bedrooms because mine is not any better than the kids. Mine has turned into a laundry room. If only the clothes could fold themselves!
Although I do prefer a "Thunder Storm",
I am very grateful for our "Family Morning Storms"
My children are such a blessing in my life.
Who could really ask for more!