I think that we are having a rough week...
I have cleaned up toilet paper strewn all over my bathroom.
I have iced an eyeball from a "tipped over canoe" accident (or a stood on drawer from a train table)
I have handed the pieces of a broken closet to my 5 year old to gift to his father upon his return from work.
I have spanked a 3 year old thigh (it's true...) for laughing in my face when he was being disciplined.
Yesterday, my children had too much energy for me to be able to enjoy a MOD pizza dinner in Bellevue. I scarfed down my #2, and piled "the littles" into the car. One decides to play peek a boo with me on the far side of the car. I wanted to scream.
So I did.
As we were driving out of the parking lot, I told my boys how frustrated I was that I had to leave dinner with our entire family, because they couldn't seem to figure out an appropriate way to act in public.
The ride from Bellevue to Everett was very quiet.
As we exited the freeway, Parker asked me a question. I answered him and then I hear this from my sassy mouthed mister...
"Soooooo...does this mean you are done with all your madness?"
