This morning at 6:14, it was bliss. I heard each of them open his door and use the restroom, then they graciously disappeared up to the playroom for almost an hour! A Saturday morning in bed until 7:00 is a miracle around here.
Of course, the tears and screams every time one of them hits the others car with his or picks up the toy the first was thinking of picking up is less blissful. But on the flipside, the hour it just took them to clean up the mess they made in Charlie's room motivated me to vacuum and polish the appliance -- things I never would have done on a Saturday afternoon if it were just Charlie and me.
I'm starting to see that while moms of multiple children (at least wild boys) spend inordinate amounts of time talking them down to a level calm enough to resolve their many spats, they also have fits and starts of time of forced productivity -- you can't exactly crash on the couch and watch Dateline when they're running the house on a rainy afternoon, but you also don't have to provide entertainment.
One minute I feel like a "normal" Saturday sounds so nice and peaceful and the next I'm enjoying the sounds of wild giggles and the gleam of stainless steel. It's all very interesting...
Now there are varieties of gifts, but the same Spirit; and there are varieties of service, but the same Lord; and there are varieties of activities, but it is the same God who empowers them all in everyone.
(I Corinthians 12:4-6)
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