Have you ever asked yourself, can things just not be complicated for once?
It’s a question we ask ourselves pretty regularly, then resolve that this is just life.
So, in true ‘our family’ fashion, we had that a few nights ago.
We arrived home from picking up our brand new Dalmatian puppy.
Yep, brand new puppy – but, we will come back to that another time.
Within a couple of minutes stepping into our house, it all breaks loose.
Our baby, Torpedo, begins puking all over the place.
Brent is holding her and she just starts erupting, and does so for what feels like an eternity.
Down his shirt, on his pants, landing on his shoes, and completely covering the floor.
Not to mention, I literally just mopped.
But, such is life, I suppose.
Then Brent exclaims, “there is throw-up in my pocket!”
Y’all, nasty.
The front pocket of his dress shirt is bulging with cash, three lipsticks (from my mother-in-law), and vomit.
All while the girls are fighting over who can hold the puppy, and trying to introduce our puppy to our other dog.
Oh, did I mention the puppy and our current dog came and “helped” us clean up the throw-up mess?
Remember that verse, “as a dog returns to its vomit, so fools repeat their folly.” Proverbs 26:11
That’s right – it became super scriptural in our house that evening.
Anyway, welcome to us.
It’s always a party.
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