A few stinky ones at that.
Socks left in every corner.
Wrestling that inevitably ends in crying.
Hands reaching into the food for a taste, while dinner is still cooking.
Talking way too much about private things.
Procrastination and a hungry dog.
Gross sounds and smells, on purpose, in confined spaces.
An inability to tell that I am in the middle of a conversation and do not want to be interrupted.
Having to be told more than once.
Not playing fair.
Last minute projects.
Hands in the pants and up the nose (at the same time).
A battleground over nutritious meals that need to make it downs each little (loud) mouth.
Toilet seat up or down, doesn’t seem to matter, it’s everywhere.
Ear buds in, tuning out.
Boredom only a couple weeks after receiving all the Christmas spoils.
Long monologues about the progress made on a particular game (eyes glazing over.)
Playing instead of working on homework.
Late nights even with early bedtimes.
Shall I continue? Shall I tell you how I really feel? All at once overwhelmed, infuriated and glad to be a mother. I take no pity and prefer no advice. They’re wild animals after all, I just have to keep throwing treats at them to get their attention! But this is what I signed up for and without the stinky, rude, loud, unruly boys; I would not be Queen of the House, The Monkey Queen, The-Crazy-Lady-That-Makes-the-Meals-and-Brings-Clean-Laundry…or half the woman I am today. And I love my boys! I’m laughing about it now, but after a week like this, I think I could really use happy hour out tonight! And no matter what, it was still the best week ever.