So I’m thinking about a peaceful home lately. Mostly because mine isn’t?

But I think it’s in a happy way. -Ish. My home is more the kind of Nerf gun-toting, “Mom, can we have a cooking contest?”-messy (and “Gross! Who dripped jam down the cupboards?”), and”Shoot! That appointment’s today!” -kind of reality. Especially with summer. Summer can be a little about survival. (Guess I could have named this post “What peace?”)

But sometimes “having peace” can be tangled up with myths I have about peace in the first place. I once pictured having peace as kind of floating around in a tranquil abode where my children answer, “Why yes, Mother! Whatever you want!” read more