So much to say but...

Before I blog about our little getaway, I have to tell you this. If you were at our house at 9:30 last night, you would have overheard this:

Picture it...

Me telling the girls to please go to sleep. Be quiet. Lie down. Quit talking. Go to sleep.

Over and over and over.

Finally, Zoa, who would not lie down or be quiet after I told her to numerous times, gets a little swat on the butt by your truly.

She is about to start crying hysterically, tears forming in her eyes, lips started to quiver...

"Mom. I just want to tell you Jesus would not be very happy you hit me."

I replied, "Jesus would not be very happy you did not listen."

I was so glad she finally slipped under the cover because I could not help but smile (and then laugh!).