Ruining the Hallelujah
When Wesley came home for lunch today, I asked him who invented this day. I knew, of course, and I also know that I am to be glad and rejoice in it, but I still asked the question in the same spirit that I sometimes ask who invented home-schooling. I was just coming up out of a chilly basement where I had been sorting laundry, and since I was at a kid's consignment sale this week and brought home clothes for 4 children, there was a mountain instead of a mound. Plus, while I was sorting, the boys turned the new baby monitor into a walkie-talkie (the person who designed the "talk" feature on these units must not have had boys...) and Elasa complained bitterly that she almost had Finley asleep at one point, but that the boys made so much noise they woke him up again. It was also raining cats and poodles outside, and for some reason, while weather like this makes me more sluggish, it seems to energize my brood. Sometimes, when the noise crescendos and the floors shake, ...