Benjamin misplaced his green goblin toy last night. So naturally, today has been an onslaught of “where is the green gobawin? When will we find the green gobawin?”

I finally told him not to ask that anymore. I hadn’t even drawn my next breath when he asked it again. So into timeout he went.

When I came to get him out, we talked about why he was in timeout and how he shouldn’t keep asking for his green goblin.

I had barely turned around to leave when he asked “But when will we find the green gobawin?” Really?! It’s going to be a long day.

Oh and did I mention Levi pulled our Christmas tree over this morning? Sticky water, pine needles, dirt, hooks, and ornaments everywhere.

I learned some valuable lessons about pine needles and vacuums. And also pine needles and washing machines. And also that when your brand new tree skirt says not to machine wash… It’s for a reason.

On top of it all, I have to get groceries today. And I really need to give this all to Jesus before I step foot in the store. Because if just one little old lady tells me my hands are full in my current state… I just may snap.

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UPDATED TO ADD:

Our day was even more eventful after I posted this.  I put Levi in the crib for time-out, the crib where I also keep all our clean clothes that I don’t have time to fold.  I came to collect him and found that he had (and I don’t know WHAT possessed him to do this) pulled himself out of his diaper and peed all over the clean clothes and himself.

After restringing the lights on our tree, pine needles cluttered our floor again.  Refusing to learn my lesson, I used the vacuum.  Again.  And clogged it.  Again.  And had to take it all apart.  Again.  I decided Benjamin had been in too much trouble today and needed something to be praised for.  Some small task he can accomplish and I can praise him for, and we can just turn this day around.  So I charged him with holding the screw that held the vacuum together.

So yeah. We don’t know where that ended up.

But you know what?  I gave the day to Jesus.  Repeatedly.

“This day is YOURS.  Take it!!  I don’t WANT IT ANYMORE.” <– Something like that.

And the next thing I knew, I was smiling.  Nay, laughing! Enjoying my life again.  And I blinked and the children were putting lunch on the table!  I blinked again and it was naptime!

It was a Christmas Miracle if I ever saw one.