We had a wonderful weekend of family, fellowship, and an inspiring sermon that made me feel like tackling another week head on.
The whole inspired feeling flew right out the door only minutes after breakfast. It started when our toddler got up and started his usual morning routine of clutching his teddy bear in one hand and walking down the stairs counting each one as he goes. "One, do, dee, foe, five, hix, ven, eight, nine, den ......... and then he tumbled the rest of the way down to number sixteen.
After soothing his boo-boos it was time to tackle our school work, where the oldest children had me ready to pull my hair out with their algebra. After getting everything figured out we were all tired out and decided it was time to relax.
A pot of peppermint tea and some girl-y time had us all ready to enjoy life again proving that Mondays aren't so bad after all.