I got tired. I really got tired. Tired of coming to my house and seeing everything out of order. I would straighten one thing up and another would get messed up. So I would straighten that up, and then, the first thing I straightened...got messed up again! So the Lord touched. Better yet, he smacked me upside the upper left side of my neck and reminded me that I had two boys sitting... on the couch... watching... TV. Two additional helpers. What a coincidence! Why did I not think of this earlier? They need to be helping! So I devise this great scheme -- make them help me with the house! How...how...how brilliant! So I sit down at the kitchen/ breakfast/ homework/ mail collector/ pseudo business office/ conference table and devise a plan. I then summoned the boys to the multi-purpose table and asked them what they thought would be some good chores for them to do. I knew there would be some resistance. They said some stuff like 'make up their bed' or 'straig
Expressing what happens to dads everyday...