"I Want to Trade You Jobs"

(Silly pondering's of a Momma's heart!)

Baby screaming in the car.

Toddler whining more and more.

My head is tired.

Coffee screams my name.

I text my love.

"I want to trade jobs!"

I honestly ponder this thought.

Get up, go to work.

Leave my babies behind.

Suddenly God silents my soul.

"Child, this is your job!"

Love them, teach them, and hold them.

I want to take the text back.

I don't want to leave my babies.

I only want to hold them more and more.