So I'm just getting home from a training in Dallas,TX. I missed my kids, but after only a day back, I'm ready to leave again. So the morning began at 4am with the dog barking. Then about 6am, my son is up bright eyed and bushy tailed ready to play. Some how, I convince him to go back to sleep. By 8am, they both my son and daughter are up and I keep hearing my daughter calling me telling me she is hungry. So much for the peace and relaxation of home!

So I give my daughter an assignment to read a book and answer some questions about the book. She doesn't do the assignment quite the way I wanted her to and when I ask her to redo it, I get nothing but lip. I restrain myself and tell her that she just lost out on going to the movies today. She then has a melt down and begins crying uncontrollably. I send her to bed. Now, I probably haven't shared that my younger sister is staying with me for a bit, so we moved my daughter out of her room back into my son's room. So I tell my daughter she has to go to bed. At this point, my son starts telling her to get out of his room. He says he doesn't want her there. Pay back is a b#%@*. These are all the things she would say to him when he would go into her room. So she goes and lays on her bed and the crying continues. Now it is time for my son to take his midday nap and my husband puts him in his crib. I guess he was sick of hearing my daughter too because all of a sudden we hear him say, "shut up, I'm trying sleep." Now me and my husband can't believe our ears and we are laughing uncontrollably. I then tell my son that it was not nice to say that. Then I hear him tell my daughter to go to the bathroom and clean her face. The things that kids pick up. The rantings of my 6yr old and 2yr old. Welcome home mom. Arrgh, motherhood!

Oh, I forgot to share exciting news. I think we are fully potty trained. 7 days and no accidents, pee or otherwise. On that note I will end with yeah, motherhood!

So, today is just a normal day in my crazy life. Went to work, brought the kids to school, picked them up from school, fed them dinner and I'm dog tired. I still have to work out and I brought stuff from work home with me. There are just not enough hours in the day. No funny stories today, too tired. Arrgh, motherhood!

So my 2 yr old son comes into my room dragging a pillow under his foot. So of course, I think here goes another load of laundry. When I ask him what he is doing, he says, I'm surfing. So as not to stifle his creativity, I allow him to continue to mop the floor with my pillow. I should buy stock in Tide. Arrgh, motherhood!