It happens about two or three times a week. The nightly routine goes smoothly, or at least as smoothly as possible with three kids. There are the usual baths/showers, tuck ins, ritual back scratching, prayers, soothing music, and night lights casting a warm glow of safety and warmth. I exhale and think, mistakenly, that I will have some 'me time'. You know, that time that never really truly comes unless you leave the state and perhaps fly to California! I finally snuggle down into my warm bed. Perhaps I will try to read the book that has sat on my bedside table for so long. Maybe I will peruse Pinterest and pin a couple new recipes that will inevitably stay pinned in 'the cloud' and never make it to our table. Just when I feel that the quiet has come to the house, and my chicks are safely dreaming in their beds, that is when I hear it. CLICK! No, it is not some scary intruder. My dog happily snoozes away and ignores the sound. To him it means nothing. The...
Life, Love, and Learning to be Content one day at a time.