Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Nice. Peaceful. Home.

A nice peaceful home is all he wants. I don't think I will ever be able to give that. By 7 it's quite hectic in my home. Tonight was one of those evenings that would make anyone go crazy. A 2 year old hiding under the table, a 3 year old not able to control any part of himself, a 4 year old sitting peacefully playing with a build a bear, an 11 year old jumping up and down because I have told her that her Christmas lights will be taken out of her room because she cannot be respectful to anyone in this house and a 15 year old demanding enchiladas when she enters the house. I ask nicely the first time and I ask if she can hear me. She then states that yes I can hear you but I do not understand your question. I asked for you to put away your notebooks and put them in your back pack. I heard you mom you don't have to repeat yourself. At that point am I the only mother that want to just walk out the front door and sit on the porch and say you all can do this alone. I've had one of those evenings. Goodnight.

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