So, would you like to me to glare at you?
And tell you to STOP doing whatever you're doing?
And threaten to send you to bed about 34 times a day?
Then please, come visit.
No one is safe around here.
I am so grumpy. I don't know if it is lack of sleep (Ezra is pulling 3-4 night wake ups these days. I thought once he weaned he'd freaking SLEEP. No.) Or the weather or what, but I tell you my children appear to be more hooligan-ish than normal. They are fighting (I'm NOT imagining that part) a lot and Oliver is SCREECHING about everything and Ezra is not sleeping (aforementioned) and the boys are hating school and the dang dog is LICKING HIMSELF.
I declare I feel guilty, I do.
Except for when they bug me.
Oh my poor babies.