It is days like today that I am reminded how grateful I am to be a working mother. I'm sorry if that sounds crass or unappreciative... But, not even a week into our two-week break, I'm about ready to beg to go back...
Excuse me - I have to go put the almost-3-year-old back in bed for his nap.
....Now where was I?
Ah, yes... Patience. Or lack thereof.
I love my children. More than life itself. But this ...
Hang on - infant playing with fireplace poker.
Cool. Soot all over her hands and shirt. Awesome.
Tell me again how I'm supposed to do dishes/laundry/make dinner with only a single hand or being interrupted every 36 seconds? I had great plans for everything I was going to do over break. So far, I think I've gone backward. And if the older one refuses to nap, how will I ever get anything crossed off the list?
And whoever decided that 1:30 p.m. was a perfect time to set off the sirens for the state-wide tornado drill, thanks for that. Because Sparky was almost asleep, but... no longer.
