if i could retire one piece of motherhood, it would bedtime.
We're all a whole lotta tired.
So, why is bedtime such an issue?
Especially when daddy's away.
As i type this, Gagey is in my bed talking *loudly* - so that Ephraim (in his cradle) can't quite get to sleep, so he's grunting... & out of the corner of my eye, in the dim light, i can see mollen crouched in the corner.
i told her she can go downstairs (to sleep with Granny) when she promises to go straight to sleep and not bug anyone. Instead, she has been camped out in the corner of my room for 20 minutes. i'm starting to wonder if she's gonna spend the night there.
Earlier today, i told Cairo that she was being given an opportunity to respond with grace when faced with the temptation to let her temper take control.
My words mock me now :)
But they're still true.
God, give me the grace i need to act gracefully - to mother lovingly - to discipline gently.