Or so I think. If my kids had pitch forks, knives or other objects today...I am pretty sure I would not look pretty! They remind me of the movie during times like this. It makes me want to run and hide. I FEAR them currently.
Monday started out with 2 coughing kids in our bed. Keep me up at 3am-430am. *yawn*
Then came the 45 minutes of trying to get Dominic up for school. Let's just say the kid was full of piss and vinegar. I loved hearing how much he hated me for waking him up. That he did not get enough sleep (thank you DLS). That I pretty much ruined his life today. He missed the bus. I had to use my break to take him to school. My eyes were bugging out of my head by 9 am.
Then comes poor Logan, who is sick. Gary has him at the urgent care as I type. He was miserable. Up my butt at every chance he had to be. I feel for the kid since he is not healthy. However, I could not even get a shower on my lunch break because he wanted to be on my lap. I love the snuggles but the combo of his crying and mixed with his brother's shenanigans from the morning, I was so over it.
Next is the littlest corn child, Charlie, who has a cough too. Thanks to DLS and being up early, she slept in a bit and only took a small morning nap for my mother in law. Then I heard I scream, throw things and "yell" at her and Logan all afternoon. Some full blown tantrums too. Already. JOY!
Then the paw printed child. I woke up to find her bowls turned over by stepping in the dog water spilled all over. She ripped up stuff on the back porch. Can you say grill cover? It is destroyed. May it rest in peace. Libby ran away when I let her out (she came back when I yelled for her but still made my heart skip a few beats).
Whoa Boy. Monday...I am DONE with you and your sassy stuff. I need a redo. Or a stiff drink.