I wasn’t going to post anything, actually.
I have a lot of paintings to get out this week and I have so much work to do. The (too stupid to whine about) problem I have is that I can’t do the work while the boys are awake. First of all, we don’t have a table, so anything I do has to be done on the floor and the boys want their greasy mits involved.
But I never predicted how loud this work would be. I try to wait until they’re in a deep sleep before I whip out the staple gun.
Tonight went a little like this.
(thats the coffee table, by the way…)
As if I can’t hear him.
Arg! So I get everyone settled and move on to packing things up.
It doesn’t matter how slowly you pull the tape or how many blankets you’re hiding under. Packing tape is OBSCENELY loud.
Who designed that? Who decided packing tape would sound like somebody stabbing a bag of cats with a fork. Who was the decider there?
Anyway, I put all that aside and started looking through the pictures on my phone.
As much as I like to be Whiny McWhinypants about my boys, man I love them.
One of my biggest desires as a shaper and influencer of their little hearts is to teach them kindness. TO EACH OTHER!
If you can learn to show kindness to the one person you want to punch in the head on a
daily hourly basis, then it will be even easier with the rest of the world.
Not to say there aren’t
daily hourly punchings and toy swipings and tattlings and general passive aggressive annoyances.
But every once in a while they really bust out the tenderness.