Self-Bribery

It is about the time when one finds one's self wearing nothing but a bathrobe, holding an armful of dirty potatoes in one arm and trying to turn on Sesame Street with the other, screaming toddler clinging on one leg, baby screaming to be fed, goopy eyes and noses on all three kids, haven't been out of the house in a week (for real, no exaggeration), changed two entire sets of clothing due to blow-outs that day, trying to get over a sinus infection . . . that is the time when one promises one's self brownies. One's husband might not have gotten home until late, but a promise is a promise. Mmmmm . . . .

(And that was yesterday. Still haven't been out of the house. Kids are still sick. Gary's not home tonight, either. First time to touch the computer in a long time, and now only because I have to for church. But it's all good . . . I've actually been blessed to get through this and have some good moments, which I am publicly pledging to share because I want to remember them, but not now because I think Josh is getting an ear infection. Wait, that sounds like Noah. Maybe him, too.)