A prayer for my children

Today, I spent time with my kids. It was a long day. We school shopped, and stopped for snacks. Not until I got home did it occur to me, that my life was going to change. I was going to be less accessible to my kids. When I thought of my first day returning to work.  I was stricken with the fear of being away from the naughty little children that caused my blood to boil, my voice to shriek, my hands to tremble, and heart to pound faster for their safety. I worry every minute, and though they irritate the hell out me, I love my little nuggets. With the beautiful eyes, and amazing smiles. Their mischief seems minute compared to enormous guilt I'll feel from leaving them. I love my kids. I truly love my naughty, mischievous, smart as hell kids.