Shattered Glass
I couldn’t get any sleep last night and woke up in another big, big pain day. Richard is running around getting groceries, and I asked Penny to do the dirty dishes so he wouldn’t have so much on his plate when he got home and needed to make dinner. While washing the dishes, Penny accidentally knocked a jar into the floor and it shattered EVERY where. Richard was going to the grocery store and I had to call and ask him to come home. He responded so calmly and supportive. “Okay. I’m at the car wash. I’ll be right there.” BUT I am feeling proud because I kept my cool and modeled all the peace, love, and acceptance that I could. Gave the kids all the “it’s okay to make mistakes, we will figure this out together” energy that I never got as a child. Oliver was eager to help and was checking on Penny, offering her words of encouragement, and reassuring her. Richard walked in COOL AS A CUCUMBER, first question “Penny, are you okay?” I for reals wanted to sob the minu...