Mom's a Case of Baskets

It's been a Call-Your-Mom-And-Have-A-Good-Cry kind of day, but I was not on friendly terms with the phone.

Instead I cried over everything, and at any time, in the presence of all, for the glory of none.
And do I even feel better for it?
Not yet. I think there's a pretty good supply of tears left in there still, and it's not even 6:00 pm!

"Why?" You ask.
Because I'm a hormonal basket case, that's why. No, I'm not pregnant, and yes, I have a small list of things that would make anyone cry today, but none of them tragic thankfully.

For all the tissue that was used up, there were some *"God Wink" moments:

At several opportune moments Olivia came over and stroked my hair "You're a good momma, Momma." she said to me.

And Zachary took it upon himself to clean the kitchen - wiping table, sweeping the floor, and washing dishes included! After that, I discovered both boys straitening the downstairs - Clayton even made my bed:-)

So here's how I know it was a hormonal day... I responded to these acts of loving kindness how?

By blindly searching for the Kleenex box through the blurred vision of yet more tears.
That's okay, tomorrow's a new day:-)

Thank you children o' mine!


*{A "God Wink" moment is courtesy of my friend Diane, who understands my tears, I think, and still we look for the Blessings that our Lord is faithful to pour out on us anyways.}

Thanks Lord;-)