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I offer again, Sunday Sonnets with little intro or background inspiration this morning for my children are in dire need of an arbitrator, a peace keeper.

What they really need is to have their little whiny, arguing hides tanned and I need some coffee!

I Was Happy Then

I was happy then, smiling .
Hugs and kisses were exchanged
And laughter filled the air.
Serenity, though but a dream.

Thuds and screaming.  Doors slammed.
“I want it!”  “No I want it!”
Battle lines drawn.  Warriors engaged.
Chaos. Calamity–this is real!

Why do we have to fight
And argue over every little thing?
There’s at least a thousand toys
And you all want the same one?

Just let me go back to sleep….
I was happy then.

It’s been one of those mornings.  Screaming, crying, fighting, name calling, whining, hurt feelings.  All of this and more…..

before breakfast!!

The kids were banished to their rooms while I attempted to regain control of my emotions and fold some laundry.  After about ten minutes, I look into the hall and see a small note, hand scrawled on a piece of tissue paper that had been slid under their bedroom door.

It’s not quite lunchtime yet and….

the kitchen has been cleaned
the laundry has been folded and put away
and the van…..

Well, let’s just say that there were a few things they were able do to redeem themselves.