giving in can be good

All week I have been so tired, exhausted, and just done by the time we put the kids to bed. I just want to sit down, stare into space, and then build up the strength to get up and clean the home from the damage that was done throughout the day. (it's amazing how fast the home can go from a perfectly clean, not one thing out of its place, home that is for sale to something that looked like a tornado hit it, with legos and bionicles spread across the floor, bowls of half eaten cereal left on the table, and homework spread across the couch.) I feel like my patience has been great during the day, and then 7:00 hits and I'm done. It's shocking how fast it can happen.

However, last night, there was one boy, who took a nap during the day and really shouldn't anymore because he will not fall asleep at night boy, that really wanted to help me out and just be together. I gave in. I scrubbed the floor and the little boy scrubbed the toilet. He helped me clean out the tub, and then he found a spider and told me he would "get it." He grabbed a tissue wadded it up stood behind me, and then threw it at the spider. Luckily daddy was standing by to really "get it." But the rest of the night he said, "mommy, I got the spider!!"

Justin has his class three nights a week, so since he was still on-line for that I decided I would climb into bed and take this chance to read my book. Then I let this little guy come and cuddle with me while I read. It felt so good. He asked if he could "read" to me, grabbed the book and then tried to find every O on the page, the excitement in his voice was priceless.

After that we had a 5 minute conversation of how to properly sing the star wars theme song. Then he would tell me, I'll sing this, and then you sing this, then I'll sing it like this. Seriously, you're how old?

Then off to bed he went.

I am so happy that I gave in last night, it was good.