If a picture is worth a thousand words...
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How many of those words came out yelling?
Answer? A lot.
Today was a faow day [pronounced faux, as in fake snow day]. You know, the kind where they keep everyone home for no real reason at all? Normally I am a huge fan of these days, as it means sleeping in, lounging around in PJs, and hanging with cheerful and happy kids all day.
Today it started at six a.m. when the phone rang with the [then] joyous news. I was the only one who went back to sleep.
I was startled awake by the first fight of the morning a mere hour later.
I fed them, showered, and was getting ready when I was interrupted by the second and third fights of the morning.
Apparently, brother one had been throwing ice balls at the sister, resulting in tears, heartache, and tattling galore. Brother two staunchly defended his own innocence. (Though me thinkest thou protesteth a bit too loudly...)
I came downstairs to find three doors flung wide open to the frigid cold outside, soggy piles of melted snow at every turn, and a lonely trail of discarded snow gear leading the way to a large mess in the kitchen.
All before ten-freaking-thirty in the morning.
Lord, I love them something fierce, but sometimes they make it really, really hard to do so.
Answer? A lot.
Today was a faow day [pronounced faux, as in fake snow day]. You know, the kind where they keep everyone home for no real reason at all? Normally I am a huge fan of these days, as it means sleeping in, lounging around in PJs, and hanging with cheerful and happy kids all day.
Today it started at six a.m. when the phone rang with the [then] joyous news. I was the only one who went back to sleep.
I was startled awake by the first fight of the morning a mere hour later.
I fed them, showered, and was getting ready when I was interrupted by the second and third fights of the morning.
Apparently, brother one had been throwing ice balls at the sister, resulting in tears, heartache, and tattling galore. Brother two staunchly defended his own innocence. (Though me thinkest thou protesteth a bit too loudly...)
I came downstairs to find three doors flung wide open to the frigid cold outside, soggy piles of melted snow at every turn, and a lonely trail of discarded snow gear leading the way to a large mess in the kitchen.
All before ten-freaking-thirty in the morning.
Lord, I love them something fierce, but sometimes they make it really, really hard to do so.
