I drive the same roads I drove before, but this night there is a baby sleeping in the back.
The other day I was rushing the excited kids out the door to get to the fair to ride some more rides and one of them did something very mean to another and it jolted our excitement. It made me yell. And I sent him to his bed and wondered what to do. How could I let him go some place fun when he just did something so disobedient?
Having several kids can get tricky when it comes to time outs and discipline. Often the others get second-hand punished. And me, too.
I didn't want to barter. I wanted there to be consequences. But I'm no good at this. This was a glaring example of how not good I am at this.
There was true remorse and repentance on his part. I believed it, too. And so we were off to the fair as planned, just a little later and a little less high.
The car radio sang to us the Beatles "...life goes on, bra!"
I drive the same roads, but it's different every time.
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