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.
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I feel your pain! The same thing happened here it was 54 degrees today and the school was closed! The girls have fought all day and hubby sent them outside to play and you would have thought he was making them eat dirt! Crazy kids!
It speaks volumes.
We had an early dismissal and was pretty excited to do fun things like bake cookies, etc but when the kiddos got home, I tell you it was only 20 minutes before I lost it. It was pretty while it lasted :)
I'm sorry. There is no joy in a pile of wet snow clothes. Luckily it doesn't happen too often around here. The fighting does...just not the snow.
You mean to tell me that all the fighting my toddlers are doing now is not going to end when they get bigger? They're not going to grow out of it and just love each other like good little brothers and sisters are supposed to (in my dreams, that is)? I can't bear the thought.
Damn. I thought it would end when they got a little bigger. Thank goodness for Utah--going to school like postal workers in sleet and hail and snow and rain and whatever.
I feel your pain. And Hannah's. I hate snow.
Love the label on this post!
Diet Coke is also God's gift to mothers.
The only snow days we had were the ones the kids at the bus stop decided on—unofficially. They usually left the parents out of it and we all thought they were at school! A broken arm or some disaster was the first indication there was no adult supervision and the kids were running wildly through the neighborhood.
I know that Heavenly Father helps me to love my kids something fierce, too.
Or else I would kill them with my bare hands.
It's a good thing we become so attached to them as sweet little babies...
BRRRRRRR!!!
Thank you for sharing this. And do I get it...boy, do I get it.
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