But, if I WAS....I found my krypotnite.
Please tell me how a mom of three super-energetic-beans who cannot call in sick to work is supposed to parent and keep said beans from killing themselves without a VOICE!!!
I will tell you how.....
And hand-clapping. LOTS of hand-clapping.
This morning I woke up with a wicked sore throat....an achy body...and absolutely no ability to speak above a whisper. (And no appetite...which is exceptionally weird for a pregnant lady) Anyway, I guess my dramatic abilities were getting rusty and God thought this was as good a way as any to get me practicing. It is also AMAZING how well these children of mine CAN listen...when all I can do is whisper (barely) they are quiet as little mice! And I don't have to repeat ANYTHING.
How can that be???????!!!!!
Unfortunately for them, they have now shown me what they are capable of....bring on some big changes when the voice comes back! HA!
Today I have been made acutely aware of two things:
I talk. A LOT. A LOT.
God has a serious sense of humor.