Some days I think "This isn't that hard" and then other days I think "I can't do this again tomorrow" but today when the boys decided to paint the carpet in Lux's room with real paint (Lennon somehow popped the lid off) I almost gave up. Almost got back into bed and quit my job.
Instead, they didn't get to go to swimming lessons (easier for me!) and I blogged about it.
They are each in separate rooms right now WAILING and I feel like sort of a good mom. Like their suffering means I'm doing something right. Didn't yell, didn't spank, just decided to take away their favorite thing.
Am I sick? Go ahead and say it.
But today is also a great day because this chunky monkey is two months old. Already. And never, ever paints the carpet.
I think I'll go make myself some lunch.