Never, ever say "nothing can go wrong," even if you're joking. Just minutes after yesterday's blog I took my 4 kids plus 1 neighborhood kid to the library. "Going to the library" sounds educational and amirable. Sounds great, like something a great dad would do.
Except that the library is a place where you're supposed to be QUIET! Grumpy babies aren't quiet. Long story short, between snooty librarians and an opinionated 9 month-old, I'm leaving "going to the library" to Amie.
Today was better. Only 1,375 knocks on the door from neighborhood kids (down 27 from yesterday). Amie, I don't know how you do it. I have the utmost respect for you. Nothing much else to say. We had a pretty good day. Tomorrow, however, is Sunday. A day for worship. A day sanctified for remembering our Savior's resurrection. A day to sanctimoniously pursue a relationship with God. A day to fight with children. A day to stress. A day to arrive late and irritated just in time to repent and confess. Anybody else enjoy Sundays like these?
And the message tomorrow is about marriage. Wonder what that is...