I was getting awfully snappy this afternoon.
Could it be a week of school vacation with five kids?
A travelling husband?
Easter for 20?
(where you leave the ham in the oven to bake at room temperature while you're at church)
Avoiding the mountain (seriously. a MOUNTAIN.) of laundry in the laundry room?
Reflecting on the Relief Society lesson from yesterday with an emphasis on relationships and simplicity when you're driving children around like the mad-taxi-mom?
Having kids turn up their noses at the delicious homemade ham and bean soup I made for dinner?
Listening to my daughter scold me for not have Family Home Evening tonight, and threatening to tell our Home Teacher on us?
Maybe it's just the rain.
Either way, I stole away to the tub and asked Mr. Dub in my best military voice:
Permission to fail, SIR!
And he knew.
And lovingly replied: permission GRANTED.