November 6, 2008

We have the Crazies

Today is one of those days. You know the ones. People wake up screaming and yelling, and all they want for breakfast is chocolate, and believe me, if there was chocolate in this house, I would give it to you because for the love of all that is holy, you've only been awake for 10 minutes and could you please please PLEASE shut your little mouth?

I'm sure it isn't helped out by the fact that I have a uterine infection (*note: NOT a UTI. This is not at all the same thing. I'm saying my UTERUS is INFECTED. It's joyous, I tell you.) And while my whole goal in life right now is to be an effective parent while not moving from my nest of pillows and heating pads that I've set up on the couch, it's just not happening that way.

I mean, how hard is it to LISTEN to the WORDS that come out of my MOUTH.

And yes, now I am yelling because I already told you 8.89705089 billion times to stop hitting your sister, using my nice voice. My nice voice is gone now. It decided to vacate the premises the second you decided to KEEP hitting people.

And yes, my son, that WAS a choice. Because nobody MADE you do anything. (Because really, if I could make you do things, would this conversation even be happening? Didn't think so.)


So, to combat our crazies, and in an effort to contain any further crazies, I'm going to throw a dinner into the crockpot, load the childrens into the car, and we're going to drive until we find an amazing place to stop, and run and run and run. And hopefully, breathing in the fresh air, and running until our legs hurt will do our minds and bodies some good. And hopefully, we'll be able to come back home and enjoy each other once again.

Or at least pass out from sheer exhaustion.

Cross your fingers