Dear Heaven Father,
Please help me get through this week without smacking someone upside of the head.
Please help Cody to realize that we are not a bank and will not be buying him 3 new x-box games, no matter how many times he begs. (which so far, stands at about 50 times in one sitting, before I explode)
Please bless little Conner's nose to stop leaking slimy, boogery, snot-cycles. I'm a little tired of wrestling him down, every time I need to wipe his nose. I must say, I have perfected the "scorpion death lock" wrestling move. Oh yeah! I rock the moves!
And finally, please bless my husband. Please bless the precious rear that which he sits on, because I'm going to be KICKING IT if he doesn't throw the stupid, broken microwave (that has been sitting in my laundry room for two weeks now!) away!!!!!