Let’s get this train back on track.

Sometimes I get caught in a lousy streak–a lousy parenting streak to be specific.  I can’t tell you how many times my TWO healthy kids have driven me bonkers, and I’ve started comparing myself to other moms who have more children or children with special needs or difficult life circumstances, and I begin to think that a well-trained labradoodle could do a better job at raising these small people than I am.  And just when I’ve mentally crafted my craigslist ad for a nanny, God sends me a sunny day.  A day when [literally] it is not raining, when my kids aren’t yelling at each other, I have a plan for dinner that someone might eat, and maybe someone even makes a special card for me during quiet time. It looks a little like this: