This one screamed through the entirety of dinner because dinner didn’t consist of a plateful of cookies. The struggle is real.

In the words of the great poet and philosopher, Kenny Rogers,

You’ve got to know when to hold ’em
Know when to fold ’em
Know when to walk away
And know when to run
You never count your money
When you’re sittin’ at the table
There’ll be time enough for countin’
When the dealin’s done

Well friends, today that’s me. I’ve been bested by a bad night’s sleep, a throbbing headache, and three overly cranky children this evening, so in the spirit of knowing when to run, I’m going to run a hot bath, drink some hot tea, and escape into a good book or tv series.

My God is way bigger than my bad day, so I’m going to leave this one with Him. Goodnight!