I did not show up for church on Sunday morning, and realize that my baby had dried snot spread all over his face from the night before. Of course I looked him in the face sometime that morning, and must have seen it.
I did not keep my 5 year old up late on a school night. We got home late from our small group at church, and she was not so tired this morning. Not only that, I didn't suggest to my husband that we should stop by the store for some milk on the way home from the small group. He then didn't look at me like I had two heads and say "Um, it's a school night? It's already an hour past her bedtime." I'm totally with the new school routine, and would not completely forget that she needs to catch the bus early.
I did not argue with her this morning on several things from outfit decisions to what she was going to bring to show-and-tell. Both things that should have been decided yesterday. (She was supposed to bring something with her favorite color, or something to do with apples. She wanted to bring her bunny with a green ribbon. It did not fit in either category. She then realized that the green in the bunny's ribbon matches the leaves on an apple tree. I thought that was stinkin' creative of her, and let her bring it.)
And no, this is not a picture of Silje and Elias after she got home from school last Friday and he's still in his p.j.s.
I have not forbidden Silje and David from speaking to each other because of the yelling and bickering 13, 462 times this last week. I would never yell at my children at the top of my lungs to stop yelling at each other at the top of their lungs. How hypocritical would that be!
Knut and I did not just crack up into hysterical laughter when David was explaining his painting to us. It was of his daddy, and let's just say it was anatomically correct. Some things are just very important to boys.
And this post was not written while I was still in my bathrobe, thinking about what I should have for lunch today.