Child: "these shoes feel funny"
Child: "but they bother my toes and I can feel the line"
Me: "I don't care, stop whining"
Child: "but why does Ella get to wear a dress and the other shoes"
Me: "because she found her dress, and we cannot find yours"
Child: "but it's not fair"
Me: "life isn't fair, get used to it, stop talking and brush your teeth so we can go to church"
Child: "but I want the twirly skirt"
Me: "you are talking again, and I said no talking, in fact, no one is allowed to talk to me for the rest of the day"
Do you think these are the joyful hearts that God intended to walk into his house every Sunday to worship? I think not, and I am blaming the closets. So, though I told you in the beginning of this house tour that we were done remodeling, I am temporarily lifting that sanction and claiming this week as "let your husband break out the power tools one more time and build an efficient closet system for your kids before someone looses their mind" week. Say tuned...