Quote Of The Day

Setting:  In the car, on the way home from the zoo.

Johnny: "MOMMMEEEE!  Lizzy won't talk to me!"

Me: "What are you talking to her about?"

Johnny: "I'm trying to ask her a question!"

Lizzy: "I'm ignoring him."

This is exactly what I've been trying to tell them to do when a sibling is bugging the tar out of them (which is what was happening).  At least someone is listening.

Dear Laird Kidlets

I am tired.  You are funny and insightful and silly and I love you.  You are also children and behave like children (as you are supposed to do) and it can be exhausting to be your Mommy.  It's a good exhaustion and I'm thankful to have the opportunity to experience it, but there isn't a whole lot of physical or emotional energy left in my tank and this is why the house looks the way it does and grilled cheese and pasta and rice are the Big Three in the meal rotation.  It is also why you all know what "crazypants" and "Mommy's going koo-koo" means and when those words come out I'm about 8 more seconds of you all fighting/whining/crying away from losing it.

So I crash at night instead of cleaning or writing or sorting through clothes you've outgrown in the last two weeks.

And then I think of something funny one of you said today, like how Gracie still says "mind" instead of "mine", even though she has been told 457 times that isn't how it's supposed to be said, only to reply "I KNOW!  That's how I like to say it!" and stomp off indignantly. And I laugh and shake my head and fall asleep on the couch.

I love you all very much.  I really do. I'm just tired.