Last night was miserably hot. Pretty much too hot to sleep. I woke up in a bad mood.
My kids, on the other hand, woke up full of energy and high spirits. Maybe it had to do with the fact that the air conditioner resides in their room.
Anyway, after clamoring for what we were going to do today, I growled that they should put their clothes on, so that we could go to story-time at the library. One thing led to another, and they went from insisting they needed help putting their clothes on (they don't) to volunteering to put their clean laundry away. And they did. Rob and Bri took three trips up and down the stair to collect their clothes and put them away. And then Rob said he would put Marty's clothes away.
And somehow, just having the one laundry basket taken care of turned my day around. Well, that and a cool shower. But mostly that.
And so, today's blessing was willing little hands. I count them first.