Michael was out of town tonight, flying home from a business trip, and I was stressed out because
|my closet contents after Mama Bear hit|
Suddenly every annoyance or bit of stress went away, and mama-bear-mode kicked into high gear. I got the boys out of bed (dude - they had just given up the fight), wildly threw all of the luggage and yoga mats out of my hall closet, and got my boys and snuggled up on the floor of our little 3x3 closet.
They were so brave and didn't freak out at all, even when hail was pounding our house. Levi was mainly concerned that I leave the ball in the closet for him to play with. Isaac didn't even cry (he did nurse most of the time). And Samuel courteously spoke in a whisper because he knew I was listening for the news that was going in and out.
We prayed for safety for us, Daddy, and all of our family and friends. They were so cute and wonderful and ridiculously amazing. I am seriously so head-over-heals in love with my kids.
It was such a good reminder to chill out. My kids are far too precious and valuable to get so stressed out (over nothing) that I have a freaking panic attack. I mean, seriously! What if a tornado really did hit and (God forbid) something happened to one of them or to me? Do I really want the last memory to be me yelling at them to go to bed? Ugh....
Slow down, my friends, and don't take any minute for granted.
Be safe, loves!