[My daughter and son-in-law left us the kids for four days. No problem,
except that G’ma has to WORK 9-6 at her clinic, and you all can guess who’s
minding the kids and trying to write a sermon! And a poem . . ]
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my sanity to keep.
For if some peace I do not find,
I’m pretty sure I’ll lose my mind.
I pray I find a little quiet
Far from the daily family riot
May I lay back–not have to think
About what they’re stuffing down the sink
Or who they’re with, or where they’re at
And what they’re doing to the cat.
I pray for time all to myself
(Did something just fall off a shelf?)
To cuddle in my nice, soft bed
(Oh no, another goldfish–dead!)
Some silent moments for goodness sake
(Did I just hear a window break?)
And that I need not cook or clean–
(Ah, well, I’ve got the right to dream)
Yes now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my wits about me keep,
But as I look around I know–
I must have lost them long ago!
“Having children is sort of like having a bowling alley installed in your
brain.”
~~
Dr Bob Griffin, www.grif.net
1 cross + 3 nails = 4 given