The night before our open house a few days ago, Child #3 chucked a chair down the stairwell and this is what happened:
Now, I’d like to say that I handled this situation well, but that would be a lie. We were frantically trying to clean for this open house, and it was stressful. So I cried, but I didn’t yell. And that’s an improvement for me. This particular child felt badly enough. I didn’t need to make him feel worse.
What was one to do? There was clearly a visible hole in my wall. Well, I did three things:
- I called my adept father-in-law, as my husband was at work, and asked if he might want to fix a hole in the wall? Of course he did. He came right over.
- I was making supper, so I stopped all necessary prep-work and popped a bottle of wine. All situations improve with a glass of wine.
After all, God is going to sell this house in His own good time, with or without holes in the walls. I might as well relax a little bit.
3. I blasted out Louis Armstrong. My absolute favorite song of his is When You’re Smiling. Click HERE for it. Just listen to that trumpet solo! It’s at 2:20 in the video. Now if that doesn’t put a gal in a better mood, I’m not sure what will.