One of those days

Do you have some of those days as well???

Last night just at bed time, Ced poured out his water bottle all over his bed, so mum had to change the entire bed. This morning  Ned pours out his water bottle all over his bed, so mum has to change another entire bed. Ned hits Ced, Ced bites Ned, Ned grabs Ced's papers, Ned snatches Ced's toy, Ced snatches Ned's toy, Ced screams because Ned hit him, Ned screams because Ced banged him with a (plastic) shovel, mum gets very cross with both of them at various times during the day and mum gets cross with husband who is on crutches and not so very useful at present in some aspects (don't get me wrong, he is still very useful and I won't get rid of him, but running after two whirlwinds on crutches is a bit of a challenge). The day ended in blood, as Ced slipped on the wet bathroom floor (none of Ned's doing this time... okay he wasn't suppose to splash the bath water all over the bathroom floor, but Ced helped him in peeing on it). So, at the end of the day, mum's kind of VERY relieved to finally stick offspring into their designated beds and to get out of their room as quickly as possible.
But well, we have this bedtime routine. I cuddle with Ned in his bed (and if you cuddle with a little boy most of your crossness starts melting away already... nothing as good as a good cuddle) and we sing songs together... more often than not it is him requesting and me singing, but hey, lets just call it "singing together". His favourite is still the "Bagger"-song, which is about an excavator and nothing offensive whatsoever, but there are many other songs like "elephants have wrinkles" or "Galump went the little green frog" besides many German kids songs, and of course his all time favourite "plinkle, plinkle  little star" (also known as "twinkle, twinkle little star"). But today he wanted to sing "Jesus loves me" and it wasn't only me singing but he joined in and actually knew most of the lyrics. Definitely a tear up moment and reality check.
For Jesus does love me... and him... no matter how often he hits his baby brother or pulls his leg or snatches toys away, Jesus continues to love him, to love us.... as well as our neighbours who are having a loud party with lots of boom boom music... sigh.