It was just another day. Just an ordinary, run of the mill day. The kids were destroying the house playing, the laundry was running, the the morning dishes were still waiting for me to clean them. Just another day. I took a moment to put in some jeans and a shirt that was less t-shirt than the one I was currently wearing. I proceeded to put on just enough make up to feel human look refreshed.
"Mommy, are we going to church?"
Apparently I need to put real clothes on and fix my make up way more often.
Kids. They say the darnedest things. Where does the honesty go I wonder?