Oh my, where do I start???
The 15+ phone calls during Bible Study today? Finally, I decided to answer. Big mistake. "Mom, 'Farmer Boy' stole my money."
Farmer Boy interuppted with some unintelligible ramblings. Click.
Done with that conversation. That is, until I check the 4 voice mail messages left within a 25-second time frame.
Ahh, motherhood.
It's so entertaining when you're standing in front of the church singing. You look out to see your dear husband sitting alone with all 4 kiddos. The youngest is sitting calmly, smiling as she chews -- and then swallows -- chunks of the church bulletin.
A short time later, Cookie Monster, is waving something white in the air. Maybe it's just an act of praise. No, it's a pad. "What's a pad?" Farmer Boy asks after church.
Yikes!
Later that night, when it's bath time the Princess is in the bath with a water gun.
Farmer Boy entered the room to tell her to hurry up and was assaulted.
He came running to the kitchen, proclaiming her weapon of choice. His, he told, was also a water gun: his "willy." And he was going to taser me with it.
Nice.
Who's kids are these anyway?