Days like these make me look forward to heaven. No crying, no mice running through the kitchen, no poopy diapers, no lice hiding in children’s hair, no impending tax payments, and no cheerios on the floor waiting to be swept up … 5 times a day.
I think that’s on purpose. God didn’t want us to be perfectly happy here on earth. He wanted us to want for something more.
And seriously, that applesauce splashed across my fridge door really does make me want for something more.
In the meantime though, He’s given me a husband that offered to make dinner tonight (without me dropping any hints), and kids that know what “Quiet Time” means (at least, they did today).
Still, can’t wait for that self-cleaning mansion!