Sibling fights: Tie them up

I love 5-miute Fridays but since I don't know what
I will write I don't always have the right picture. In this
story I actually tied them together, but I never took a
picture of that. 

Company is coming in 2 hours and while the house is on track to be cleaned if I keep at it, I am frustrated. At myself. Why is there so much to do just to make the house sitable? Why can't I stay on top of all these loose objects? 


Bug rushes in. "Mom, Bird just kicked me." The third tattle in 20 minutes. The tenth for the day. 
Bird peeks around the corner, eyes large, always reluctant to tattle but big on justice. 
Two stories start spilling out at once. And I can't hear either one. All I hear is the whooshing as patience disappears with my sigh and I start my "I-have-so-much-to-do why-can't-you-just-get-along"  rant. 


The girls look struck. And I recollect myself. Breathe deep and ask forgiveness. The Holy Spirit penetrates the thickness and reminds me of a book I read. If they can't get along, make them. So I find a soft rope and tie the girls together and explain that only I can untie it. When I am ready. 


I continue cleaning, lighter, because the of back round music of giggling sisters. 

Joining Lisa Jo and other souls who love to write for Five Minutes of unedited writing on the word Enough.