I was jarred from my sleep this morning by a petulant child who was mad her father was making her eat some strawberries with breakfast. She knows better than to wake me up on a weekend morning, I like to sleep and Jeff gets up early anyway. So he is in charge and I won’t override him.
I rolled back over and listened to her complaint for a minute and then said again, talk to dad. And then I went right back to sleep. I heard her half-stomp downstairs but went back to my blissfully rest for another hour.
I woke up ready to walk into the tornado. When she starts up in a bad mood that early, it can be a tough day. But I came down to a quiet Bach concerto and the duo working on their 1,000 piece Mona Lisa puzzle she picked out. They’ve been working on it for about a week. I love it when they find a nice activity to share, especially ones that can help her quiet her mind and focus.
They were charming when they grinned up at me as I came down the stairs. I smiled and went on with my morning in a relatively peaceful way. I’m still holding my breath but I’m more optimistic than I was early this morning.
