Jeff comes home tomorrow. Ahhhhh.... I hope to not be needing a padded room by then. Let's just say this hasn't been my week for stellar parenting. Yesterday, I seriously had fantasies of driving off into the sunset alone, or at the very least, understanding why some animals eat their young.
I took the kids to the pond to feed the swans--thinking it would give us a needed, fun distraction. Instead, the kids annoyed the living snot out of me by constantly running off and not listening. I don't know what got into them. I spent the whole time (at least it seemed like the whole time) yelling for them to come back and being totally exasperated. Later, I uploaded the pictures that I took and wow...they painted a different story. The kids looked all adorable, with no hint of their naughtiness.
Did I just imagine it?
Is that not the cutest little dimple?!
"Come on, Kate! We can veer off into the woods. Mom's outnumbered and won't be able to catch all of us."
And they're off. Insert me yelling, 'Come back here! Wait for me! You guys come back here, RIGHT NOW!" ad nauseum.
"Why do I have this sick feeling that Mom is going to make us take a nap today?"