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.