I could either do a 5 km run or sleep for a week and both
sound equally appealing. I know it’s strange, in another life I think I would
have called it fatigue, now it is more commonly referred to as having four
kids. Some days all it takes to get through is a double shot coffee and a vitamin
B tablet. Today wasn’t one of those
days. By 4pm the toys strewn from
one end of the house to the other where just a minor annoyance. The hole
cut in our less than year old couch was slightly more notable. When asked the reason for this handiwork Master Four replies that he was
getting rid of the pen mark on the fabric – what a logical solution, why had not thought of this. There is more but I feel like retelling more would not be so therapeutic.
Do I love these crazy kids? Indescribably. Did I want to be
lying on a deck chair on a beach in Mexico (without them) today? Without a
doubt.
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