yesterday was one of those days... the ones where a certain four year is lucky to live to see his daddy come home. i love that child, i really do. but how much can one mother take? between the whining and the arguing with other children and the playing drums on his bed frame all. through. naptime.... i'm gonna lose it! i'm sure it didn't help that esme has been up for nights on end for no good reason. she appears to be sick with no symptoms. what am i supposed to do with that? i am not a mom that handles sleep deprivation well at all. at all. so last night we needed to pick up the bean's girl scout cookie orders. the troop leader lives about 25 mins away. i loaded everyone up and was honestly hoping the car ride would be a break. ha! there i go thinking again! the baby began crying as soon as we got in the car.
because she didn't want to be in the car.
the little guy began immediately whining because he refused to eat his dinner and it was finally occurring to him that he wasn't going to get a cookie like everyone else.
Za likes to ask questions in the car. lots and lots of questions.
"what if someone tried to count all the snow in the world?"
"how many miles is is around the world?"
"why don't you have google on your phone like dad does?"
"what if you could buy twenty cars for one penny?"
"what state was abraham lincoln born in?"
AAAGHHHH! before you know it, i am yelling at my kids to stop yelling. it's one of those moments where your brain is saying "you are acting like a crazy person" yet you are past the point of no return. you are mentally counting down how many minutes and seconds until these children will go to bed. you are wondering if maybe you should take up drinking. you are thinking about handcuffing your husband to a chair so he can't go to work anymore and leave you alone with all of these children...
and then we got the cookies. and everyone was happy and quiet! well... everyone except the little guy. cause he didn't eat his dinner. sigh...
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