Posted in Kidisms

Three weeks of nonstop meltdowns culminated in a morning of rocking and crying and boxing his ears under the church pew.

My nerves are shot.

My head hurts.

And I just want to cry.

Next time I'm going to ask him to scooch over and make room for me under there.

1 Thessalonians 2:7 but we were gentle among you, like a mother caring for her little children.