Do people in your house yell a little too much too?

Okay, so we know there is no recipe for a perfect day (I take that back. A book, the beach, no kids–perfecto), but I have noticed a pattern around here that is worth considering.

On the days we forget to study our scriptures and do our homework and turn off the television, the Devil himself likes to come and party. The difference is so incredibly drastic that I’m starting to wonder if we have group split personality disorder. Harrison backtalks, Rex hits, June starts sorting trash (literally sorting through all the household trashcans and leaving trails behind her)–and I react with spitting and yelling and uncharacteristic bursts of anger (because I’m really very nice on the inside).

So if you are finding yourself knee deep in summer discontent, I would suggest this very old (possibly older than the hills) pattern for semi-peace. Eat. Pray. Read scriptures. Turn off the television/computer/Wii. Make them build forts and clean the house. (Harrison earned himself an extra thirty minutes of computer games by scouring my basement.)

Hey, it works for us. Kind of.