Quiet time today went perfectly. No whining. No sneaking food upstairs. No waking up Katie. No messing up Mommy’s room. Nope. All I heard coming from Robyn and Amber’s room was the happy chit-chat of two little girls calmly reading books and coloring pictures on a rainy afternoon. After a long morning (we had a Primary presidency meeting with TEN children four-years-old and younger at our house), what a relief that the girls were determined to be so good!
Why do I bother checking on them when ignorance is so much pleasanter?
I wish I had thought to take pictures before the girls were in the bath. Amber was already clean before I got the camera, but let’s just say there was marker in places no marker should ever be.
Consequences? The girls’ beloved art supplies are currently taking a nice long sabbatical on a very high shelf. And Mommy? Mommy will try harder to remember these sage words:
“Therefore, wo be unto her that is at ease during quiet time. Wo be unto her that crieth: All is well.”