Because my son decided to start exercising his voice, at the top of his lungs, at 2:00am and is showing no signs of letting up. This is just what he was doing on Sunday. At least he has a deep voice, not like the kid who rides the bus with him who screams exactly like a pterodactyl. Over and over.
I'm going to be like Nephi, as we learned in scripture study class today, and be grateful:
--We have electricity and food.
--My husband gets home in 2.5 days.
--I found a new, fun crochet scarf pattern that I started while my son was ASLEEP. LAST NIGHT. Remember that??
--I got an hour of sleep before he woke up.
--The school bus comes in only five hours.
--He can't keep this up for five more hours, can he?
--When he gets on the bus I can go back to sleep.
--In eternity this night will be a distant memory.
--I got to watch this wonderful talk that my daughter pointed me to:
Make.It.Stop.
Please.
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