Chaos best describes our morning, I've taken a couple blows the last couple days but kept my head above water. I'm growing in my ability to stop long enough to feel the spirit, and tell myself I can do this.

Like this morning I asked Chantel to give herself enough time to sort her laundry which accounts for 2/3 the mountain of clothing. Not only did my fantabulous looking daughter walk out the door passed the laundry but she texted me moments later telling me she was out of lunch money. Breathe. I asked her what she was going to do about it. She found a solution. Hopefully her friends will show her mercy. Normally I would've driven a check up to the school grumbling about how it added to my insane busy day.

Ck hates Tuesdays, it's typing day. She hid in my blankets then went back to bed. Dad won on this one. Not long after, she followed him up stairs.

I asked, "what did you do? Threaten with ice cubes or bribe her with treats? He told me he just talked to her. Ofcourse she missed the bus but as we ate breakfast I asked her what dad had said.

"He said that sometimes he doesn't want to go to work, but there are people counting on him. He told me someone might be counting on me."

Someone might be counting on me. Reason enough to go about in this crazy thing we call life. Thank you love for being so gentle!