Sunday smiles

It was a hard week for me - feeling stressed, exhausted, and twitchy.  By Friday, with an extra day off school, the kids were wild jumping machines.  Pushing each other, talking back to me, and testing every single limit.

A short trip for groceries turned into swears muttered under my breath and the bluffed threat of Santa not coming this year.

So I had a break.  And they had a break.

And today, my untiring oldest came up to me, hugged me with his hardest squeeze, told me I was a great Mommy, a pretty Mommy, and that he loved me.  I even got a kiss.

Parenting is the hardest "job" I've ever had, but moments like these don't compare to anything in the world.  At all.