The red faces are not devils, FYI, they are ladybugs. |
"Really, Kelly? You don't strike me as Special OPS material. But, hey, you do you."
My mission was challenging. Tested my endurance, my abilities, every skill set I thought I had developed over my lifetime, and even my sanity.
You see. I had the grands and their two big dogs for nearly a month, errrr no it was less than a week. But. Just sayin.
In that week's time there were two incidents of random vomiting.
Not one single night where someone or something didn't wake me up.
There was a finger biting incident when all were supposed to be sleeping.
I had to apologize for yelling "Shut UP!" over the cacophony of fighting voices in the back seat. Not once but twice. The sage advice from the 9 year old was to just simply say "Be Quiet" next time.
I have never washed more laundry or dishes in my life. Nor have I ever had to referee more squabbles, more skirmishes, more incidents ever. I said things like. "Stop licking your brother right now." "Do NOT wipe that on me. Go wash your hands!" "What about this sounded like a good idea at the time?" "Really. Did we just go there?!?" "Go to sleep NOW! Sweet dreams, Pumpkin!"
Okay. I did raise three children so I'm pretty sure I've said all those things and more and done more laundry, and dishes. But give me a break. Like I said, I've just returned from the front lines. And honestly, I'm missing the chaos just a little bit this morning. Sigh. Those kids.