Therapy on Thursday made the day very much a Thursday. It created a great need for therapy of my own in the form of chocolate and tequila, both of which my wise husband had waiting when I walked in the door with our little darlings. Sigh. Three more times?? However, the Lord graciously brought us funny stories to counteract the crazy, so enjoy!
On Thursday night, I had a dream that I received the following email from our CPS adoption worker:
Dear Ms. King,
The crazy monkeys have told me that your adoption date has been delayed. I don’t know why. Sorry.
The thing is…I actually wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest to receive this email or to find out that (crazy) monkeys are in charge of CPS. Maybe things would be more organized if they were.
We are dealing with defiance at every turn from Boy and Girl right now. Last week after dinner, as Girl was turning the table into a jungle gym, I said, “Ok, it’s time for the girls’ bath time! Girl, you need to come upstairs for a bath.” So of course, she didn’t come. And didn’t come. I gave Baby a nice long bath, trying to allow Girl time to make the right decision. But she didn’t. So I brought a clean Baby back downstairs, at which time Girl looked at me in shock.
“I want a bath now!”
“Sorry, honey. You chose not to come take a bath. You can try again tomorrow.”
“WHAT?!? But last time you gave me grace! I WANT YOU TO GIVE ME GRACE RIGHT NOW!!!” she screamed.
I burst out laughing. I couldn’t help it! Later in the evening, Girl and I had a brief chat about how much we need grace, that grace is always undeserved, and that screaming at someone is probably not a great way to encourage grace giving.
Less than three weeks until the adoption! Praise the Lord!