~Why Does It Always Happen While I'm Cooking Dinner?~

 Well, today I once again got out my yarn and pulled up a youtube on how to crochet.  I tried a month or so ago, and between the kids and many other distractions, I was not able to catch on the first try.  Since my yarn has been setting on the bookshelf for a month, it was no longer in the same condition it had once been.  It was strung way out and all tied and knotted up, I'm sure we can all assume who had gotten their little hands on it.  I pulled enough loose to try again at crocheting.  To my excitement, I was able to learn a bit more this time, perhaps it could be because my little Kylie Joy was down for her nap.  After showing Sam and the kids (with great pride) the small amount of stitches I accomplished, I sat down on the couch with my tangled mess of yarn and made it all into two nice round balls.  The kids were more excited about this than the few stitches I had earlier shown them.  "That's the kind of yarn cats like mom!" Asa said with a big grin.  This is where I made the big mistake.  I must have gotten distracted, because I left my nice and tidy balls of yarn on the couch.  Well, sometime between then and cooking dinner, the UPS man delivered our new and updated prayer cards.  One thousand of them, I might add!  It's been raining all day, and the box they were delivered in was a little wet and the cards were getting  damp on the edges.  Sam took all the cards out, stacked them in a few piles up against the wall,(this is where he made his mistake) in the floor.  It seems like the kids find while I'm cooking dinner to be there perfect time to do what ever it is they want to do that they know they should not be doing.  Halfway though dinner I hear Asa say," Mom the girls have your yarn."  When I get to a point where I can leave the kitchen, I go to see what my two little princesses are up to. I walk toward the back of the house and the prayer cards are  strewn down the hall, as I enter my bedroom, each of the girls are tangled in a mess of yarn, running and laughing at each other.  I gathered up the prayer cards, cut off the yarn that had not yet been destroyed and headed back to the kitchen.  Why Does It Always Happen While I'm Cooking Dinner? Kids, you got to love 'em!

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This is the front of our new prayer card.