Tis The Season For . . .

. . . Celebrating Dad’s Birthday!

. . . Mushroom Hunting (no success yet, but they haven’t given up)

. . . An Impromtu Photo Session

. . . Spring Flowers

. . . An Elegant Evening

Simple Pleasures. . .

. . . fresh, spring air after a long cold winter

. . . that first cup of coffee in the quiet of the morning

. . . cheerful song of the newly arrived birds singing outside my bedroom window

. . . warm sunshine

. . . gentle sounds of sleeping children

. . . time with the Lord before everyone else wakes

. . . packing lunch for my dear hubbie



And now I'm ready to begin a brand new day!

This is SO True!

The Bathroom Door Is Closed

Please do not stand here

and talk, whine,

or ask questions.

Wait until I get out.

Yes, it is locked. I want it that way.

It is not broken, and I am not trapped.

I know I have left it unlocked, and even open at times,

since you were born,

because I was afraid some horrible tragedy

might occur while I was in there,

but it's been 10 years

and I want some PRIVACY.

Do not ask me how long I will be.

I will come out when I am done.

Do not bring the phone to the bathroom door.

Do not go running back to the phone yelling

'She's in the BATHROOM!'

Do not begin to fight as soon as I go in.

Do not stick your little fingers under the door

and wiggle them.

This was funny when you were two.

Do not slide pennies, LEGOs,

or notes under the door.

Even when you were two this got a little tiresome

If you have followed me down the hall talking,

and are still talking as you face this closed door,

please turn around, walk away,

and wait for me in another room.

I will be glad to listen to you when I am done.

And yes, I still love you.

Mom

...Author Unknown

copied from lambechops blog, first seen at momys.com If anyone knows where this was first published or the author's name, I'd love to hear from you!