"I don't know how you do it with 3 boys in the house. I wouldn't have the energy."
This is a comment I hear ALL.OF.THE.TIME! I would have said it too before I had my crew. Can you imagine 3 boys? Triple the testosterone. The running, jumping, fighting, climbing? No pink, no dresses, no pretty hair, or painted nails. No calm, quiet cups of tea, or barbies playing mommy in the doll houses.
I thought I'd start giving you all a more realistic peek into what makes up my week nights.
What's that? Sugar.
Where was I? Standing 6 inches from him cooking dinner. He's fast and quiet AND DESTRUCTIVE!
Anyone want to guess the ounces of puke and diarrhea I cleaned up yesterday and the night before? No?! How bout the amount of lethal gas emitted from the backside of these two that I was forced to breathe? Come on????
Oh, and there that one is again. What's he doing? VIOLENTLY throwing trash out of the trash can. Just look at him.
What does he do when you get on to him and remove him from the scene? Laughs and sprints right back to the area then VIOLENTLY throws the trash out of the trash can and turns and looks at you with an evil grin.
And then my sister texts me this...
But then they do this. And it makes all of THAT worth it.
That's a hug not a choke hold.
Note: Everything but the sugar incident happened this week. That was last week. When they also did this on the same exact day around the same exact time as their brother was trying to sweeten the place up.
Waylon's most memorable quote from the week, "Mom I know what to do when you get mad at me. Smile and say I love you. Then you're not mad at me anymore." Manipulative little sh....!
Grabbing my camera really helps with the urge to immediately react in a negative way. I just hope this doesn't motivate them to outdo themselves the next time.