Pray for me.
This week my son turned 13.
Last month my youngest daughter turned 13.
The next oldest is 15.
I am now the mother of three teenagers, and will be for the next five years. Two are girls. You have no idea how much drama takes place in my house on a daily basis.
Choosing who sits in what seat in the car is only slightly less complicated than negotiating a multi-national trade agreement.
I thank God my oldest turned 20 last December. We have one on her own, living an independent (for the most part), godly, productive, life. I know we can do it.
Can we do it three more times? Time will tell.
The cat is quickly becoming my only ally. The most selfish thing she does is nudge the laptop off my lap so she can sit there.