and in my hair.

The crib is clean from where the 2 yr old finger painted the poop that ended up on me, my shirt and my hair.

There is a smidgen of blood on the tail of my shirt where a 2 yr old bit his lip and came running for cuddles.

My pony tail is at the base of my neck and it started at the top of my head.

Speghetti spilled on the floor and it needs swept.

All the little ones are cleaning thier rooms and my 13 yr old is making a speghtti dinner (i.e. how the speghtti ended up on the floor) Baby is sleeping in his crib and the catergory 4 hurricane Nate is watching the older brother cook.

Lord, thanks for the day. Even though when I first blogged this AM I did not expect the day to end this way, it is a good ending. RIGHT? This was your plan. I am searching for the nugget of treasure here (not the nugget of poop) Lord, help me find the sparkle amidst the trials of the day.  I love you Lord. I love my children Lord. May I be found worthy to be called Momma.