The six year old is regressing and pooping and peeing on the floor again, after 2 months of not doing so.
His brother has become a pathological liar at four and a half.
The baby is infuriated at all times by our refusal to allow reckless climbing practices.
The three year old is a solid wall of either sobbing or defiance.
The nearly-eight has gained a previously unseen attitude of “OKAY! FINE!” eyeroll, sigh.
The nine year old is either daydreaming and vapid or being a pain to the youngers.
When will the grown-ups get here to take over for me? Cause baby, I am SO OVER THIS.
I love you. I can come over and help out with the weeGlees tomorrow if you’d like. Or need.
Ugh! Sounds like a rough week. 🙁 Hang in there; sending best wishes that things will ease up soon.
I know this is terrible, but I tend to think of you as some kinda super mom – I’m almost relieved that you have bad days too.
sorry about your bad day, mama. (and I do mean that, I promise! I don’t wish bad days on ya!)
“weeGlees” hahahah that is too cute!
Oh man, sounds frustrating, Fee! I wish I could come lend a hand.
pea gravel.
(hugs)
I wish I lived close enough to give you a hand. Instead all I can offer is a hug.