Mr. Jenkins standing on the windowsill.
Juicy girl screeching.
Banjo using the tongs like chop sticks... whilst wearing no pants.
Because apparently, we live in a pants optional household.
I guess that by dinner time, I am just waving the white flag. I have not the mental or emotional resources left to require even the most basic manners or common civility.
Honestly, the flag is waving long before dinner - many days before my feet hit the floor in the morning. And I know that despite my "ability" to muddle through the day - I don't have any true ability apart from Christ. Raising little people brings the truth of my inadequacy all too clearly into view.
Humbling these little people are.