I love my kids...I love my kids...

I love my kids...I love my kids...Do you ever find yourself repeating that phrase over and over and over again? I do, especially with my boys. I have the hardest time getting them to sleep at night. I put them in bed, shut the door, and they think it's time to play. Last night about 10 pm, Andrew came crying and bleeding into my room. Austin had cut the tip of his finger with a pair of scissors. Not just any scissors, but my kitchen shears. Austin's excuse was that Andrew put his finger in the way. In the way of what?!! I didn't know boys could be so violent and destructive and frustrating. There's a reason I call them evil, little monsters (and that's putting it nicely!).

So, tonight we decided to go to McDonalds playland for dinner. We were a couple minutes away, and I could hear Abbie throw up...everywhere. Ugh. We hit drive-thru. On the way home, I got to listen to the boys whine and complain about how bad it smelled (keep in mind Abbie had been snacking on fruity cheerios and milk before we left). I pulled out the carseat with baby still strapped in when we got home. Unfortunately, she managed to get puke all over the seat of my Durango...dang it. Inside the house, I managed to carefully remove her from the carseat, strip her down, and throw her in the tub. That was the easy part. Then I had to figure out how to remove the straps from the carseat, remove the cover, and deal with the chunks (gag!). Once I got all that in the washing machine, I had to go deal with my poor car. I'm hoping it doesn't smell too bad tomorrow. Of course, I had to go change my clothes after that because you can't do all that without some transfer. Yes, I live a glamourous life. Abbie waited until I put her in bed to throw up everywhere again. I can honestly say, I missed Aaron tonight. I could have used someone else on puke duty.

I love my kids...I love being a mom...I love my kids...I love being a mom.....