One of those days.

If only the little fish had known his only purpose in his vocation was to be humbled.

My baby won't sleep: night time or nap time and he's in this terrible hitting/throwing/kicking phase. Once upon a time I was a mama with only one little lad and I never yelled and had all the time in the world to train my little guy into model behavior. Now I'm physically and mentally and spiritually exhausted and find myself snapping at him and treating him as if I was his twin instead of his dignified mama.

Every night I go to bed begging help and pleading for forgiveness and wisdom only to be awoken to be eaten and beaten by three little boybarians. Why do I get the feeling the only thing these boys get from me is the bad and any good produced in their actions comes only from Christ alone? Oh yea, cause it's true.