You know, we can all wax poetic about the glorious vocation of motherhood, and find all sorts of deep spiritual lessons from the activities of the day, but this morning I can't stop laughing at the thought that *MY* personal path to holiness -- lovingly planned and hand picked by God Himself -- is peppered with such questions as:
"What did you just eat off the floor?"
"What the heck is that smell?" and
"Why are the Rice Krispies in the bathroom?"
[those are three questions I've asked within the past hour, by the way]