So my kids are sick, driving me crazy, demanding everything and we can’t go out. I’m dreaming of an escape attempt…then it happens.
Heehee… Sorry, I’m still laughing. The Lord has such great timing.
I’m running around giving in to the demands of my sick kiddos: blowing noses, getting them to eat fruit since they won’t drink juice….blah, blah, blah; when it happens.
My pants fell down. They were pregnancy pajama pants (so no victory dance; especially since every time I blow a nose I eat an Oreo) but still I just busted out hysterical laughing.
I needed that, thank you Jesus.