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There is a song in our Mormon hymnal called “Love at Home”.  It goes:

There is beauty all around

When there’s love at home

There is joy in every sound

When there’s love at home

Peace and plenty here abide

Smiling sweet on every side

Time doth softly, sweetly glide

When there’s love at home

Love at home

Love at home

Time doth softly, sweetly glide

When there’s love at home

My brother used to hum it when there were arguments in our home to be annoying.  I couldn’t help thinking about it this morning as my children screamed at each other and I got angry.  My oldest son wouldn’t get up and I had a lot to do at the moment to get my daughter ready to leave.  So my middle son decided to kick him repeatedly to wake him up, he was told to stop, he didn’t stop, and then he got punched in the arm.

This was followed by loud wailing of the “I want to get my brother in trouble” kind.  I don’t mind crying.  I just can’t tolerate it when he screams as loud as humanly possible.  We were getting ready to run out the door, so I didn’t have time to issue a consequence.  Most likely, they will think I will have forgotten by the time they get home from school.  Oh, don’t they wish.

By the time we left, I was about ready to explode and angry at myself that they got under my skin so badly.  So during my cooling off period now, I’m creating a plan for the weekend.  Normally, they get to stay up late with us on Fridays and watch movies.  Not going to happen tonight.  Since my oldest is having such a terrible time getting up in the mornings, I want to make sure he gets his beauty rest all weekend.  And since they have so much energy to physically attack each other, imagine what they can do for my dirty floors!

But that’s not all.  They get to write apologies to each other.  I know they will be so happy.  Heck, might as well add my youngest to the festivities since he refused to wash his hair this morning after complaining that he wasn’t able to fix it.  I’ve already pulled the couch out so he can clean up everything he threw back there for the fun of it. 

There will surely be more love in our home after my children get it all sparkly clean.  Maybe they’ll think twice before hurting each other next time.