Today

I spent the day painting the den which started with the hallway many weeks ago.  I'm on my third gallon of paint and I'm almost done.  My house allows for me to begin in one room and then have to paint almost every other room because it's so open.  So, I began in the hallway and I've travelled to the den, then the dining room, then up the stairs to the loft and finally the loft (I'm only halfway up the stairs). 

Then I cooked dinner, we did baths, and decided on a trip to Home Depot and our local Christian bookstore to buy bibles for the boys. 

I think I just did too much today.  My husband and I never fight.  We disagree.  We get mad.  But we don't fight. 

Well, tonight in the CHRISTIAN bookstore it almost came to a fight.  Can you imagine?  Here we are buying BIBLEs for our kids and we're about to come to blows.  I think I almost threw one at him.  The kids were all excited and “Mama, Mama, Mama” was flying at me left and right.  They were pulling bibles off the shelf left and right.  My husband is trying to talk to me and I just about lost my mind. 

Now I'm home sitting on the bed watching The Bachelor.  Love in 5 dates.  Please!!

How do you handle all of the kids needing you, a husband trying to talk to you and trying to think all at one time?  I don't think I handle it very well.  Or at least I didn't tonight. 

My husband asked me if I wanted to talk tonight when we got home.  I guess the reason we never fight is because we always take time to cool off first.  I know how damaging my words can be.  I've used them to wound before.  So, I always make myself cool off first.  He's too important to wound the way my wicked heart wants to at times. 

Mommy overload.  I think that's what I've got.