*gasp* Another post?
And I'm pretty sure that was a pig that just flew by my window.
Ugh. *flopping onto couch, flinging arm over face*
I suck at this parenting thing.
This week has been down-right barbaric.
I have been trying so hard too, you know?
I respond with reaction instead of action.
*sigh* I am getting really good at apologizing to my children.
We have so much fun and then... it's bedtime.
Bedtime it evil.
And teeth brushing is torture.
Okay fine, not ALWAYS.
But someone has poisoned our water with a large dose of cranky and some extra strong selective hearing.
I think my kids are deaf to my voice.
Maybe I should try another language.
Our living room has become a communal dumping ground for all things child related.
There must be a sign with an open invite somewhere only children can read.
The laundry hampers appear to be allergic to dirty laundry and simply regurgitate them all over the bedroom floors.
Why else would there be a perfectly good, empty laundry basket two feet away from a dozen items of dirty clothes?
Oh, and the screaming in anger at the top of your lungs in the store?
So got that covered.
My toddler is an expert.
My children are superbly awesome. Can't imagine our family without a single one.
But for the love, did they have to leave a bag of bread in the bathroom?
And now, here is a picture of us all smiling. (okay, except Jackson)
|Family Photo from July taken by my sister! www.facebook.com/RRejoiceGPhotograph|