You know the days…
It starts in the middle of the night with somebody peeing in their bed, or the baby crying, or they fall out of bed, or they have a bad dream.
Then they all wake up exhausted, cranky, whining, and feeling naughty.
They fight with you over breakfast, over what they wear, and over what is going to happen that day.
The baby has a blow out as you are strapping her into her carseat, and you're running late.
Then this is the car ride. Only it's this times 3, because the boys are fighting with each other (even though they don't even sit next to each other to avoid that exact problem).
I watched this video like 4 times in a row. It's hysterical!
This is my life. Only…they are usually not quite this rude.
I've never actually had a cup thrown at my head (knock on wood).
But it's the "Mommy! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY!" that gets me.
What's even funnier is when I don't even hear it. James will come into the room and say...
"Will you answer them already?"
"What? I didn't even hear them."
Having three kids 5 and under is stressful. But sometimes you just have to laugh.
Because putting pants on your head is way cooler than on your legs.
Josiah @ 18 months