Stretch Armstrong

I feel like super hero tonight!  Not in the valiant, I just saved Gotham city again way, but in the Stretch Armstrong, elastic stretched so thin it's gonna break, sorta way.  I think that's a run on and on sentence but frankly, I'm tired tired to give two rips.

I did manage, however, to find five minutes of solace in the thick of it all.  The throne room has become my sanctuary.  No, not that Throne room.  The out house, the john, the can, the whatever you like to call it so it doesn't sound as disgusting as it is room.

The breather begins with calculations of exactly how much line would it take to string up 3.25 children by their toenails.  Too much energy, not enough torque.  Plan B.  Duct tape.  How much to suspend them mid-way up the wall, just enough to see their feet dangle? Ugh, I only have a piece of a roll.  Hey, that's just enough to cover their mouths.  Bingo!  

Once the adrenaline wears off, more pleasant thoughts arise.

Like that quote from Mother Teresa, whom I am not.  Let me repeat..I am not!  See above.  You know the one where she says "I know God won't give me any more than I can handle, I just wish He didn't trust me so much."  Yea, that one, right outta nowhere, upside the head, instant humility.

Suddenly I realized that He has given me all of this.  These kids, how can He trust me enough?  Maybe it's because He knows I will be overwhelmed and have to rely on Him.  He has to be my strength when I am empty.  He puts those pleasant words in my mouth when I want to fly off of the handle.  He has given me a heart that prays daily to be a good mother and He gives me the opportunities to grow into just that.

I know that they won't always be in my home.  And no Lovely will NOT live in my basement forever and ever as she hopes to.  I can feel the emptiness of a quiet house that I know I will inherit someday.  God help me to cherish these trying times, duct tape and all.