I’ve had a few late nights this week. And I’ve got a burgeoning preteen under my roof. So it was a perfect storm for Momma to lose it this morning when she came upon one heck of a mess in the girl child’s bedroom. As my kids say, I went a little Queens on her. Full-on accent and everything.
When I’d simmered down, and we both ended up laughing at the whole disaster of a morning, I apologized for losing it. I was right to be cheesed, but wrong in my delivery.
You know what the girl child tells me?
“Mommy, when you’re mad, you’re like a hot plate of cookies from the oven. Can’t go near ‘em at first, but once they cool down, they’re delicious.”
Another writer in the making. Thank you, Jesus.
How perfect is that!