It’s been a looonnnng day. My sister arrives tomorrow so I have spent most of the day getting things ready – maybe doing more than I should have, health-wise, but who doesn’t when they have guests coming?
I have introduced a weekly ‘bible memory verse’. Fluff, having returned from her gymnastics squad session, was attempting to recite the following, with varying (and slightly hilarious) results:
‘As the scripture says: “All human beings are like grass, and all their glory is like wildflowers. The grass withers and the flowers fade, but the word of the Lord remains forever.” This word is the Good News that was proclaimed to you.’
1 Peter: 24 & 25 (GNB)
At the same time, Prince – being his usual delightful self – loudly demanded to know why a certain clock can’t go in the dining room instead of the kitchen. No, I said calmly; it’s a kitchen clock. After repeating the same conversation 20 times Prince responded with a very rude statement about it being his house and that he wants the clock in the dining room. I sometimes wonder how he makes so many mountains where the rest of us don’t even notice molehills. I told him the (evidently shocking) news that 14-year-olds don’t get to decide where things go because it’s not their house.
“Except for maybe in their bedrooms.” Fluff piped up, helpfully.
“Except for your bedrooms.” I agreed.
“Well, maybe I’ll stay in my room all the time!” said Prince with disdain.
“Well bugger off and stay there, then.” I said, finally losing the remaining, rather thin, veneer of patience.
So much for turning the other cheek…
But really I do sometimes think this lad would try the patience of all the saints put together.
Dear God, thank you for the blessing of children, especially special children who are without guile… Please give us mums and dads the patience which will have otherwise worn rather thin by the end of the day.