A Torturous Weekend

Sitting here on Sunday afternoon I mentioned to my 9-year-old that I needed to write my blog. I asked her what I should write about. She said to write about how I tortured her this weekend by not allowing her to visit a friend or have a friend come over. I laughed then thought ok, I'll do that.

For the previous four weekends, my child has been a social butterfly. Between her and five of her friends, I've either had an extra child or been running to pick her up from someone's house. Earlier in the week, she asked again and I said NO. Period. I really don't think she believed me because she spent the next few days pestering me about how awful her weekend would be.

Guess what? She has survived. We had a lazy Saturday morning, cleaned up the playroom and stained a swing. We sat together in my recliner that night and watched silly videos on her iPad. Sunday was normal except for the fact that somehow I guilted her into cleaning her room.

Philippians 4:8 Finally, brethren, whatever things are true,...,whatever things are just,...,whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy-meditate on these things.

Overall I'd say it was a very successful weekend and I hope to repeat it more often.