“Welcome to the Jungle.” I kid you not, this Guns N’ Roses song came on this morning as all nine of my kids woke up! God certainly has a sense of humor.
Some mornings I have fifteen minutes of blissful silence after Mike leaves for boot camp and before I need to start waking the kids up. Not this morning. I was trying to nurse a fussy baby—thank you, God, for chiropractors and homeopathy to get rid of ear pressure! I bribed my toddler with dairy free chocolate chips (while nursing the baby) to keep him from wanting to nurse at the same time. The house exploded: Requests for eggs and waffles, demands for Oreos (ummm….no), band-aids for blisters (thanks to pointe class last night), water bottles for field trips, money for a school fundraiser, and the constant scramble to get five lunches packed.
While I was on my Sha-na-na-na-na-na-na-na knees (changing a poopy diaper) I joined in with Axl Rose and belted out
You know where you are? You’re in the jungle, baby. You’re gonna die…..
My kids weren’t impressed. I got nothin’ from them, not even the slightest giggle. All I got was eye rolling and comments that I was listening to some kind of “hippy 80’s song” again.
Thank goodness Will Smith’s “Gettin’ Jiggy Wit It” came on. We all danced and grooved while we fried eggs and popped waffles in the toaster.
A few minutes before the kids piled into the van to leave for school, Collin Raye’s version of “Here I Am, Lord” came on. What can I say, I have an eclectic taste in music.
Yes, Lord, I hear you calling in the night (and definitely during the day). I will go, Lord, where You lead me. Even to the jungle. Welcome.