I didn't post last night because I just didn't feel like it.  There was a lot of sassing yesterday and I didn't have much patience.  I probably wasn't the best parent yesterday, but I'm thankful God gave me the opportunity for a do-over today.  I can't say I did much better today, so hopefully He gives me a do-over again tomorrow.  Yes, I'm probably being too hard on myself.  I hugged them, spanked them, told them I loved them, yelled at them too much, cooked meals I know they like, encouraged them to learn, probably yelled at them too much and hugged them more.  I try to always remind myself that they are 2 and 4 and I can't treat them like they are older or expect them to act like they are older.  I want them to enjoy their childhood.  It will pass far too quickly.  When the kids are in the pickup with Clint they like to listen to his Willie Nelson tape.  In one of the songs, the lyrics are "I burned up my childhood days."  The kids have asked Clint what that means.  He tells them that it means he grew up too fast and didn't enjoy being young.  We tell them we want them to enjoy being young.  Most people would be overwhelmed with the amount of noise that is produced in our home, but I know that in a few short years I will long for the sound of little feet running all over the house or the boys wrestling on the kitchen floor or all of them making a train out of the dining room chairs or all of us playing the piano and singing songs together.  Today, I regret that I spent too much time on laundry and dishes and yelling and not enough time on hugging and correcting and encouraging.  Tomorrow is a new day.  For now, I will go in each of their rooms and kiss each of their heads and whisper "I love you".