A Window into Life in the Suburbs


"Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these." Luke 12:27 (NIV)

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Morning Moan

Just when you think it's safe to venture beyond the bedroom and into the frontier of wild things...

The wild things emerge on a brand new day, taking "wild" to a whole new level.

The 3 year old... finding 3 new ways of having an accident before breakfast... Ka plunk... down it goes, milk and bowl. Scattered all over the tiled floor are a million little rings. (Seems like a million anyway)
Sigh... (Do you know what I'm thinking, B1... I think I do, B2. It's clean up time)

The 9 year old goes yak, yak, yak... and parses the latest "knock, knock" joke, giggling to herself... the cereal becomes bloated and soggy. The clock goes tick, tick, tick... She is happily oblivious to the passing of time.
Just like yesterday... and the day before that... and the day before that.

Bored with talking to herself, she turns to her favourite punching bag... the 3 year old... She starts tickling her little sister while the 3 year old is attempting a balancing act with the cereal bowl... Ka plunk... milk and bowl tumbles down, down, down...

Sigh... there's always tomorrow...
A new day with no mistakes in it yet.

1 comment:

  1. Hang in there Lilian! Tomorrow is definately a new day and you will have an extra set of hands to help out too. xx

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