Humbled

Christie has a small group that meets at our house on Monday nights, so I usually take the kiddos and we go on a date. Well, tonight we went to Mardel and then it was time for desert, so we went to Wendy's and had a frostie, or as I like to call it "heaven in a cup." After that, we still had about an hour to kill, so we went to Walmart.

Now, ask yourself, would you take four very adorable children, that are all doped up on sugar to Walmart...SOLO?

I know, I know, dumb idea.

Well, as my four sugar possessed children ran though Walmart screaming, fighting, and making sure that no cracks are stepped on or it will break your mothers back, I'm just thankful we went to the Walmart on I-35 where surely know one will know us. We finally get in line to checkout, and my kids are jumping back and forth to all the different trinket crap in the checkout line. They ask me for gum. I say no. They bounce a little more, and I get mad at them. As we get in the truck, I tell them that next Monday they will be going to bed instead of on a date. I then list off about fifteen other punishments to them, and we start to drive home. I am fuming over the whole ordeal while driving, when I start getting a little convicted. Just a little at first and then a whole lot. I begin thinking I shouldn't have blown up at them if I wasn't getting onto them all along for all the other stuff they where doing wrong before the checkout. I hate saying I'm sorry, but I did, and took all the punishments away.

Why do I sometimes feel like my kids teach me more than I teach them?