Crying Uncle

"kids", "life", "scout"Liz LuscombComment
This gem of a picture is Scout with my mascara on his face, which he also rubbed into the hallway carpet and the bedroom carpet.  (And I don’t mean just a little bit.  Think in terms of nearly the whole tube. it was a lot.) 

It is one of those days when I’m screaming uncle, early in the morning.  It was even bad when I woke up. Everything I try to do right, goes inadvertently wrong.  It is a snowball effect.  Since everything is (probably) going to go wrong, then I’m just going to wait this day out. 

For example, we had a stellar day, yesterday with potty training.  There were no accidents and he even did the big number 2 in the pot.  Today, he is purposely peeing in the floor because he finds it hilarious.  Instead of me fighting this lack of interest in using the potty, (which would result in me on my hands and knees all day, scrubbing spots out of the carpet), instead, I will be slapping a diaper on his bare bottom, and giving potty training a rest for the day.  I’m not going to fight it.

All three kids are behaving like this.  Everything that I ask my older son to do, he responds by doing it extra s-l-o-w-l-y, // insert my eye twitching // or I catch him playing instead of doing his school work.  You get the idea.

Rori.  She is in some sort of mood.  Screaming mood, to be exact.

SO, my little rant is over.  I’m over it.  Maybe it’s God’s way of telling me to take it easy, enjoy the day. 

Whatever.  I do hope that your day is going swimmingly well.

As for this post…it’s totally random, and unedited, which is a true view of how children really DO scramble their mother’s brain.

I've decided to link this post with Erin today