WHY?

Why does my 10 yr. old misconstrue "get in the shower and memorize your fractions to decimals" as sitting in the tub fully clothed in the dark lipsynching 1/2 equals 0.5 and then calls me nuts? Why is my 5 yr. old obsessed with pee, poo, and diahrrea? And why, oh, why, Lord, did my 16 mo. old dump an entire bag of Wheat Thins in the backseat 3 minutes after I JUST vacuumed it?

As the saying goes...God only knows. Yet, I'm the one left to further clean up the explanation, mouth, & car. Annoyed, yes? Displeased, no. This job is more important than anything in the world and I need God's direction and strength to persevere. This is because motherhood is a God-fearing role and not a Britta fearing role.

I say a short prayer, "Lord, thank you for letting him say poop and not s*&t. It means I've cleaned up my trucker mouth."