- The bathroom is no longer a private place. It is now the town meeting hall and the only place the boys know I can’t run from them when they have a question or request.
- I’ve given up on asking them to put the seat down, now as a matter of fact I will often put the seat up after I am done. It’s easier this way, also when two little boys forget to lift the seat it makes matters cleaner.
- There will always be a load of laundry waiting for me, beckoning me to wash it.
- I am now the literal definition of a soccer mom. On Mon-Wed-Fri Z Man has karate, on Thurs they have soccer practice – games on Saturday. Homework everyday (he really dislikes his handwriting exercises). I know it will only get worse.
- There are days when they drive me nuts from the time I open my eyes until the time they finally close their eyes.
- I will never be successful at my garden until the puppies stop liking to eat them, or lay on them, or dig them up. Is it really worth the effort?
- I must sacrifice at least one sock to the Maytag gods every time I do a load of white laundry, they must be appeased.
- There are days when I fall more in love with them by the minute.
- Lego heads (the head parts to the little lego men) hurt when you step on them while barefoot and making your way across the house at night to use the bathroom. As do little green army men, hot wheels, and other misc toys.
- Little boys who put their cold feet on you while you sit on the couch early on a Saturday morning are really just showing their love. Really. I tried to tell Big C the same thing but I had no luck on that one – it’s of no matter now that summertime temperatures are on their way.
- The bathroom is no longer a private place. It is now the town meeting hall and the only place the boys know I can’t run from them when they have a question or request.
- I’ve given up on asking them to put the seat down, now as a matter of fact I will often put the seat up after I am done. It’s easier this way, also when two little boys forget to lift the seat it makes matters cleaner.
- There will always be a load of laundry waiting for me, beckoning me to wash it.
- I am now the literal definition of a soccer mom. On Mon-Wed-Fri Z Man has karate, on Thurs they have soccer practice – games on Saturday. Homework everyday (he really dislikes his handwriting exercises). I know it will only get worse.
- There are days when they drive me nuts from the time I open my eyes until the time they finally close their eyes.
- I will never be successful at my garden until the puppies stop liking to eat them, or lay on them, or dig them up. Is it really worth the effort?
- I must sacrifice at least one sock to the Maytag gods every time I do a load of white laundry, they must be appeased.
- There are days when I fall more in love with them by the minute.
- Lego heads (the head parts to the little lego men) hurt when you step on them while barefoot and making your way across the house at night to use the bathroom. As do little green army men, hot wheels, and other misc toys.
- Little boys who put their cold feet on you while you sit on the couch early on a Saturday morning are really just showing their love. Really. I tried to tell Big C the same thing but I had no luck on that one – it’s of no matter now that summertime temperatures are on their way.
