I was tired. I had a headache. It was bedtime, for the kids not me unfortunately. And Lucas was in rare form. Our new bedtime cleaning routine, which I will have to tell you about sometime, was working- barely. But then there was more whining and complaining, and Lucas' latest favorite gem of literally saying "wahh Wahh", charming indeed let me tell you.
We were slowly making it through the process and it was finally time for family prayer. It was Alex's turn, so I was helping her. I would say a line and she would repeat it.
Me: "Thank thee for our grandmas and grandpas"
Alex: "Thank thee for our grandmas and grandpas"
Me: "Help that we'll sleep good and wake up well rested."
Alex: "Help that we'll sleep good and wake up breakfast."
I paused... oh no it was coming.. I tried to hold it in, but that only makes it worse. It escaped. I laughed, well more like snorted and then laughed. I peaked open my eyes everyone was staring at me. I closed my eyes and tried to say something else. But well, as most of us have learned, holding in laughter, it just doesn't work, I snorted again. Soon tears were running down my face. Now both Alex and Lucas were laughing... Eric, he was just looking at me with that look. I hurried and helped Alex finish the prayer. Tears were straming down my face; I don't know if I was laughing or crying; hormones and sleep deprivation for two months does this too you.
But the whining, the screaming, the fights we were having before the prayer were soon forgotten. Well until we asked Lucas to brush his teeth.
Ahh, you gotta love nights like that. Have you ever laughed at a really inappropriate time?